X:24
T:Peggy Gordon
R:
song
D:The Corries
D:The Dubliners
D:The High Kings
Z:id:hn-song-24
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=120
K:D
D2 C2 A,2 | D4 E2 F2 | G2 F2 (D4- | D EDC) A,4 | z2
F2 G2 (AB) | A8- | A3 D D2 (GF) | E8- | z2
F2 G2 (AB) | A4- A3A | (GF)(ED) (D4- | D EDC) A,4 | z2
F2 G2 (AB) | A4 (D3E) | (CB,)C2 D4 | z2 ||
W:Oh Peggy Gordon, you are my darling.
W:Come sit you down upon my knee,
W:and tell to me the very reason
W:why I am slighted so by thee.
W:
W:I am in love I cannot deny it.
W:My heart lies troubled in my breast.
W:It's not for me to let the world know it.
W:A troubled heart can find no rest.
W:
W:I put my hand to a cask of brandy.
W:It was my fancy, so to do,
W:for when I am drinking, I'm seldom thinking,
W:and wishing Peggy Gordon was here.
W:
W:I wish I was away in Ingo,
W:far across the briny sea,
W:sailing over deepest ocean,
W:where love and care ne'er bother me.
W:
W:I wish I was in a lonely valley,
W:where womenkind cannot be found,
W:where all the small birds they change their voices,
W:and every moment a different sound.
W:
W:Oh Peggy Gordon, you are my darling.
W:Come sit you down upon my knee,
W:and tell to me the very reason
W:why I am slighted so by thee.