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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Why I am slighted so by thee
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I am so deep 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 whole world know it
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A troubled mind can find no rest
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I leaned myself on a cask 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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Wishing Peggy Gordon was here
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I wished I was in a lonesome valley
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Where womankind cannot be found
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And the pretty little birds do change their voices
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And every moment a different sound
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I wish I was away in Ingo
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Far away across the briny sea
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Sailing over deepest waters
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Where love nor care never trouble me
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Peggy Gordon
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| Sinead O'Connor |
