O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling [bad word] sit you down upon my knee 
And tell to me the very reason 
Why I am slighted so by thee 

I am so deep in love that I canґt deny it 
My heart lies smothered in my breast 
But itґs not for you to let the world know it 
troubled mind can find no rest 

I leaned myself on a cask of whiskey 
It was my fancy, I do declare 
For when Iґm drinking, Iґm always thinking 
Wishing Peggy Gordon was there 

I wished I was in a lonesome valley 
Where womankind cannot be found 
where all the birds do change their voices 
And every moment a different sound 

I wish I was away in Ingo 
Far away across the sea 
Sailing over deepest waters 
Where love nor care never trouble me