Peggy said good morning and I said good bye
When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye
Young Peggy's face was common sense and I was rather shy
When I met her in the morning when the farmers sow the rye
Her half laced boots fit tightly as she tripped along the gra**
And she set her foot so lightly where the early bee doth pa**
Oh Peggy was a young thing, her face was common sense
I courted her about the spring and loved her ever thence
Oh Peggy was the young thing and bonny as to size
Her lips were cherries of the spring and hazel were her eyes
Oh Peggy she was straight and tall as is the poplar tree
Smooth as the freestone of the wall, and very dear to me
Oh Peggy's gown was chocolate and full of cherries white
I keep a bit on't for her sake and love her day and night
I drest myself just like a prince and Peggy went to woo
But she's been gone some ten years since, and I know not what to do