O Peggy Gordon, you are my darling Come sit you down upon my knee And tell to me the very reason Why I am slighted so by thee I'm so in love and I can't deny it My heart lies smothered in my breast It's not for you to let the world know A troubled mind can know no rest I put my back up against an oak tree I thought it was a trusty tree But first it bent, and then was broken And that is how my love served me O Peggy Gordon, you are my darling Come sit you down upon my knee And tell to me the very reason Why I am slighted so by thee Why I am slighted so by thee