Once on a time there lived a man,
his name was
Peter
Gray.
He lived way down in a fair
town called
Pennsylvania.
Blow ye winds up morning, blow
ye winds high oh.
Blow ye winds up morning,
blow, blow, blow.
Now
Peter fell in love all with a nice young girl
The first three letters of her name were
Lucy
Annie
Pearl
Blow ye winds of morning,
blow ye winds
hi -oh
Blow ye winds of morning,
blow, blow, blow
Just as they were about
to wed, her father did say no,
And consequently she was
sent beyond the
O .I .O.
Blow ye winds of morning, blow ye winds, I
O.
Blow ye winds of morning,
blow, blow, blow.
When
Peter heard of this sad news, he knew not
what to say.
He'd have a mind to jump into the
sesquihennaya,
Blow ye winds of morning,
blow ye winds, -oh.
Blow ye winds of morning,
blow, blow, blow.
Now
Peter went away out
west to seek his poor
Diane,
But he was caught and scalped by
it, by a blood -dyeing
Diane.
Blow ye winds of morning, blow ye winds,
oh!
Blow ye winds of morning,
blow, blow, blow!
When
Lucy heard of this sad
news, she knew not what to say.
She wept and wept and wept,
but yet her poor sweet life away.
Blow ye winds up morning,
blow ye winds high -oh,
Blow ye winds up morning, blow, blow, blow.