 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE LOW-BACKED CAR.
When first I saw sweet Peggy
'Twas on a market day,
A low-backed car she drove, and sat
Upon a truss of hay;
But when that hay was blooming grass,
And deck'd with flowers of spring,
No flower was there
That could compare
To the blooming girl I sing,
As she sat in her low-backed car—
The man at the turnpike bar
Never asked for the toll—
But just rubb'd his owld poll,
And look'd after the low-backed car!
'Twas on a market day,
A low-backed car she drove, and sat
Upon a truss of hay;
But when that hay was blooming grass,
And deck'd with flowers of spring,
No flower was there
That could compare
To the blooming girl I sing,
As she sat in her low-backed car—
The man at the turnpike bar
Never asked for the toll—
But just rubb'd his owld poll,
And look'd after the low-backed car!
In battle's wild commotion,
The proud and mighty Mars,
With hostile scythes, demands his tithes
Of Death, in warlike cars;
But Peggy—peaceful goddess—
Has darts in her bright eye,
That knock men down
In the market town,
As right and left they fly—
While she sits in her low-backed car,
Than battle more dangerous far,
For the doctor's art
Cannot cure the heart
That is hit from that low-backed car.
The proud and mighty Mars,
With hostile scythes, demands his tithes
Of Death, in warlike cars;
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Has darts in her bright eye,
That knock men down
In the market town,
As right and left they fly—
While she sits in her low-backed car,
Than battle more dangerous far,
For the doctor's art
Cannot cure the heart
That is hit from that low-backed car.
Sweet Peggy, round her car, sir,
Has strings of ducks and geese,
But the scores of hearts she slaughters
By far outnumber these;
While she among her poultry sits,
Just like a turtle dove,
Well worth the cage,
I do engage,
Of the blooming God of Love!
As she sits in her low-backed car,
The lovers come near and far,
And envy the chicken
That Peggy is pickin'
As she sits in the low-backed car.
Has strings of ducks and geese,
But the scores of hearts she slaughters
By far outnumber these;
While she among her poultry sits,
Just like a turtle dove,
Well worth the cage,
I do engage,
Of the blooming God of Love!
As she sits in her low-backed car,
The lovers come near and far,
And envy the chicken
That Peggy is pickin'
As she sits in the low-backed car.
I'd rather own that car, sir,
With Peggy by my side,
Than a coach and four, and goold galore,
And a lady for my bride;
For the lady would sit forninst
me
On a cushion made with taste,
While Peggy would sit beside me,
With my arm around her waist,
As we drove in the low-backed car,
To be married by Father Maher—
Oh! my heart would beat high
At her glance and her sigh—
Tho' it beat in a low-backed car.
With Peggy by my side,
Than a coach and four, and goold galore,
And a lady for my bride;
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On a cushion made with taste,
While Peggy would sit beside me,
With my arm around her waist,
As we drove in the low-backed car,
To be married by Father Maher—
Oh! my heart would beat high
At her glance and her sigh—
Tho' it beat in a low-backed car.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |