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Peggy Gordon
Traditional. Scheduled for an upcoming Darby CD.
notes: A Scottish piece.
Peggy Gordon

              G   C                     G   D
My Peggy Gordon, you are my darlin’
C                  G                    A        D
Come sit you down upon my knee
              G C           G   D
And tell to me the very reason
C             G         D      G
Why I am slighted so by thee

I’m so in love that I cannot deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But it’s not for you to let the world know it
A troubled mind can know no rest

I put my head into a glass of brandy
It was my fancy, I do declare
For when I’m drinkin’, I’m always thinkin’
And wishin’ Peggy Gordon were there

I wish I was in some lonesome valley
Where women’s kind could not be found
And the little birds sing upon the branches
And every moment a different sound