Summary

Various Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 4

As she sat in the Low Back’d Car, the man at the turnpike bar,
Good-natured old soul, never ask’d for his toll,
But 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 warlike scars;
But Peggy, peaceful goddess,
Has darts in her bright eye,
That knock men down in the market-town,
As right and left they fly;
As she sits in the Low Back’d Car, than battle more dangerous far,
For the doctor’s art, cannot cure the heart
That is hit from the Low Back’d Car.
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Various Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 4

We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,
The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
We are growing old together, together may we die—
Together may our spirits soar to our home beyond the sky;
For we loved as few can love, dear, when life’s flowery paths we ranged,
And though we’ve wander’d long here, our hearts have never changed.
We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear,
The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear.
[Pg 8]
Cottage by the Sea. Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright.
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Various Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 4

And what ’ud you think ’o that Molly Brierly?
Oh! I’m not myself at all.
Oh! my shadow on the wall, Molly dear, Molly dear,
Isn’t like myself at all.
For I’ve got so very thin, myself says ’tisn’t him,
But that purty girl so slim, Molly dear, Molly dear,
And I’m not myself at all.
If thus I smaller grow, all fretting dear for you,
’Tis you should make me up the deficiency,
So just let Father Taaf
Make you my better half,
And you will not the worse for the addition be;
Oh! I’m not myself at all.
I’ll be not myself at all, Molly dear, Molly dear,
’Till you my own I call.
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