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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Low-Backed Car

By Samuel Lover (1797–1868)

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 decked 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 rubbed his owld 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!

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.

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 her low-backed car,

The lovers come near and far,

And envy the chicken

That Peggy is pickin’

While 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;

For the lady would sit forninst me,

On a cushion made with taste,

While Peggy would be 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,

Though it beat in a low-backed car.