The Corrs

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
Im so in love that I cant deny it
My heart lies smothered in my breast
But its not for you to let the world know it
A troubled mind can know no rest
I put my head to a glass of brandy
It was my fancy, I do declare