Oh, Peggy Gordon you are my darling [bad word] sit you down upon my knee [bad word] 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 smothered in my breast
It's not for you to let the world know it
troubled mind can know no rest

I did put my head to a cask of brandy
It was my fancy I do declare
For when I'm drinking I am thinking
And wishing Peggy Gordon was here

I wish I was away in Ingo
Far across the briny sea
Sailing o'er the deepest ocean
Where love nor care never bother me

I wish I was in some lonesome valley
Where womankind can not be found
Where the pretty small birds do change their voices
And every moment a different sound