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