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