Isobel Anderson - Peggy Gordon

Oh Peggy Gordon
You are my darling
Come sit you down
Here on my knee
And tell to me
The very reason
Why I am slighted
So by Thee

I'm so in love
I can't deny it
My heart lies broken
Beneath my breast
But it's not for you
To let the world know it
A troubled mind
Can know no rest

I took myself
To a glass of brandy
It was my fancy
I do declare
But when I'm drinking
I'm seldom thinking
And wishing Peggy Gordon was here

I wish I were
In some lonely valley
Where woman kind
Can not be found
And the pretty birds
All change their voices
Every moment
To a different sound

Oh Peggy Gordon
You are my darling
Come sit you down
Here on my knee
And tell to me
The very reason
Why I am slighted
So by Thee