O Peggy Gordon, You are my [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 can't deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But it's not for you to let the whole world know it
troubled mind can find no rest
  [bad word]  
O Peggy Gordon, You are my [bad word] sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee
 
I leaned myself on a cask of brandy
It was my fancy, I do declare
For when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
Wishing Peggy Gordon was there
  [bad word]  
O Peggy Gordon, You are my [bad word] sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee
 
I wished I was in a lonesome valley
Where womankind cannot be found
And the pretty little birds do change their voices
And every moment a different sound
  [bad word]  
O Peggy Gordon, You are my [bad word] sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee
 
I wish I was away in Ingo
Far away across the briny sea
Sailing over deepest waters
Where love nor care never trouble me
  [bad word]  
O Peggy Gordon, You are my [bad word] sit you down upon my knee
And tell to me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee