The High Kings - Peggy gordon

^D Oh P^Geggy Go^Drdon you a^Gre my ^Ddarli^Ang, Come s^Git you ^Ddown upon my k^Anee, Come t^Gell to ^Dme the v^Gery ^Dreas^Aon, Why ^GI am s^Dlighted,^Aso by t^Dhee,

I w^Gish I w^Das in some ^Glonesome ^Dval^Aley, where ^Gwoman k^Dind cannot be ^Afound, Where the pr^Getty sm^Dall birds,do ch^Gange their ^Dvoic^Aes, and e^Gvery m^Doment a diff^Aerent s^Dound.

Im ^Gso in l^Dove that I ^Gcant d^Deny i^At, my he^Gart lies smo^Dthered in my b^Areast, But its ^Gnot for y^Dou to l^Get the w^Dorld know ^Ait, a tr^Goubled m^Dind can k^Anow no r^Dest.

I d^Gid put my h^Dead to a c^Gask of ^Dbran^Ady, it w^Gas my f^Dancy I do decl^Aare, For wh^Gen im d^Drinking I am a^Glways t^Dhink^Aing, and wi^Gshing P^Deggy Go^Ardon was h^Dere.