Traditional Folk Songs Of Many Nations

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	Sweet Peggy, round her car, sir, Has strings of ducks .and geese, But the scores of hearts she slaughters By far out-number 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! While she sits in her low-backed car, The lovers come near and far, And envy the chicken, Th.it Peggy is pick in', As she sits in her low-backed car.

	4 Oh, 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, While 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, Though it beat in a low-backed car.