Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
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Come sit you down upon my knee
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And tell to me the very reason
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Why I am slighted so by thee
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I'm so in love that I can't deny it
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My heart lies smothered in my breast
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But it's not for you to let the world know it
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A troubled mind can know no rest
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I put my head to a glass of brandy
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It was my fancy, I do declare
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For when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
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And wishing Peggy Gordon was here
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I wish I was in some lonesome valley
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Where womankind cannot be found
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Where little birds sing upon the branches
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And every moment has a different sound
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O Peggy Gordon, You are my darling
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Come sit you down upon my knee
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And tell to me the very reason
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Peggy Gordon
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| The Corrs |
