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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. |
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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. |
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