Peter Gray - Burl Ives

Once on a time there lived a man,

His name was Peter Gray;

He lived way down in that there town

Called Penn-syl-va-ni- a.

Chorus:

Blow ye winds of morning,

Blow ye winds heigh- o,

Blow ye winds of morning,

Blow, blow, blow.

Now Peter fell in love all with

A nice young girl,

The first two letters of her name

Were Lucy, Annie, Pearl.

Just as they were gwine to wed

Her father did say no;

And quin-ci-cont-ly she was sent

Beyond the Oh-i-o.

When Peter heard his love was lost,

He knew not what to say,

He’d half a mind to jump into

The Susquehan-i-a.

But he went traveling to the west

For furs and other skins;

Till he was caught and scal-pi-ed

By blood-i In-ji-ins.

When Lucy-Annie heard the news,

She straightway took to bed,

And never did get up again

Until she di-i-ed.

You fathers all a warning take,

Each one as has a girl;

And think upon poor Peter Gray

And Lucy, Annie, Pearl.