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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