Historic Sheet Music Collection

Authors

Samuel Lover

Document Type

Score

Publication Date

1846

Comments

The Low Back'd Car
A characteristic Irish song, as given by the author in his Irish evenings
Written and composed by Samuel Lover

New York. Published by William Hall & Son 239 Broadway

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Lyrics

When first I saw sweet Peggy,
'Twas on a market day,
A Low-back'd Car she drove, and sat,
Upon a truss of hay;
But when that hay was blooming grass,
And deck'd with flow'rs of spring,
No flow'r was there, That could compare
With the blooming girl I sing!
As she sat in hew low-back'd car,
The man at the turnpike bar,
Never ask'd for the toll, But just rub'd his auld poll,
And look'd after the low back'd car!

In battle's wild commotion, The proud and mighty Mars,
With hostile scythes demands his tythes
Of death, in war-like 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-back'd car,
Than battle more dang'rous far,
For the doctor's art cannot cure the heart,
That is hit from the low-back'd 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 turle dove,
Well worth the cage, I do engage,
Of the blooming God of love!
While she sits on hew low-back'd car,
The lovers come near and far,
And envy the chickin' that Peggy is pickin',
While she sits in her low-back'd car.

I'd rather own that car sir!
With Peggy by my side,
Than a couch and four, and gold galore
And a lady for my bride;
For the lady would sit forninstt* me,
On a cushion made with taste,
While Peggy would sit beside me,
With my arm around her waist.
As we drove in the low-back'd car,
To be married by Father Maher;
Oh my heart would beat high,
At her glance and her sigh,
Tho' it beat in a low-back'd car!

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