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174 Songs That Every Child Should Know
In battle's wild commotion
The proud and mighty Mars With hostile scythes demands his tithes
Of death, in warlike cars; While 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 a low-backed car; — Than battles more dangerous far — For the doctor's art Cannot cure the heart That is hit from the low-backed car.
Sweet Peggy round her car, sir,
Has strings of ducks and geese, But the scores of hearts she slaughters, sir,
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. While 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 gold galore,
And a lady for my bride;