Idioma Origen:
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 am so deep in love that I can´t deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But it´s not for you to let the whole world know it
A troubled mind can find no rest
I leaned myself on a cask of brandy
It was my fancy, I do declare
For when I´m drinking, I´m always thinking
Wishing Peggy Gordon was here
I wished I was in a lonesome valley
Where womankind cannot be found
And the pretty little birds do change their voices
And every moment a different sound
I wish I was away in Ingo
Far away across the briny sea
Sailing over deepest waters
Where love nor care never trouble me
Idioma Destino:
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 am so deep in love that I can´t deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But it´s not for you to let the whole world know it
A troubled mind can find no rest
I leaned myself on a cask of brandy
It was my fancy, I do declare
For when I´m drinking, I´m always thinking
Wishing Peggy Gordon was here
I wished I was in a lonesome valley
Where womankind cannot be found
And the pretty little birds do change their voices
And every moment a different sound
I wish I was away in Ingo
Far away across the briny sea
Sailing over deepest waters
Where love nor care never trouble me