WHEN first I saw sweet Peggy, 'T was on a market day: A low-backed car she drove, and sat Upon a truss of hay; And when that hay was blooming grass And decked with flowers of spring No flower was there that could compare With the blooming girl I sing. As she sat in the low-backed car, The man at the turnpike bar Never asked for the toll, But just rubbed his ould poll, And looked 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; 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 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! While she sits in the 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. O, 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; For a 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 Mahar; O, my heart would beat high At her glance and her sigh, -- Though it beat in a low-backed car! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST STANZAS FOR MUSIC (3) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON A SOUL; A STUDY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI JANUARY MORNING by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT THE GROANS OF THE TANKARD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (3) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: COUNT RINALDO RINALDI by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |