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 wish I was in some lonesome valley
Where womankind could not be found
And little birds
Sing upon the branches
And every moment a different sound
1 2 3 4 5 6
1 2 3 4 5 6
4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4............
