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 heartThat is hit from the Low Back’d Car. ”
