O Peggy Gordon you are my darling,
Come sit ye doon upon my knee,
And tell tae me the very reason,
Why I am slighted so to thee.
I am in love I can not deny it,
My heart lies troubled in my breast,
It's not for me to let the world know
it,
A troubled heart can find no rest.
I put my head tae a cask o' brandy,
It was my fancy so to do,
For when I'm drinking I'm seldom
thinking,
And wishing Peggy Gordon was here.
I wish I was away in Ingol,
Far across the briny sea,
Sailing over the deepest ocean,
Where love and care ne'er bother me.
I wish I was in a lonely valley,
Where women kind can not be found,
Where all the small birds they change
their voices,
And every moment a different sound.
