There was a jolly old farmer Who lived a neighbor nigh He had one only daughter Upon her I cast my eye Had one only daughter Upon her I cast my eye I asked her if she would be willing For me to cross the plain And if she would be true to me 'Til I returned again She would be true to me 'Til I returned again Said she would be true to me 'Til d**h came on decline So I shook hands and parted With the girl I left behind So I shook hands and parted With the girl I left behind I steered my boat for Portland Strange countries to see I met Miss Peggy Walker And she fell in love with me Met Miss Peggy Walker And she fell in love with me I knew if I should marry That I'd be to blame The girl I left behind me Would laugh at me for shame
Girl I left behind me Would laugh at me for shame I quit my work one evening And walking up George Street The stage was just returning And the Post boy I did meet Stage was just returning And the Post boy I did meet He handed me a letter That I might understand The girl I left behind me Had married another man The girl I left behind me Had married another man As I stood there lamenting Says he, "Poor boy, don't cry" For I have plenty of money For to serve both you and I For I have plenty of money For to serve both you and I My pocketbook's quite empty I think it's full time To stop and think no longer Of the girl I left behind Marry Miss Peggy Walker And have a jolly old time