Peggy of the Cove

By: Felix L. Perry

There’s a lighthouse on the coast

about a hour’s drive from here

Built on the famous rocky cliffs

Familiar to those far and near

Tis sad but true that many a ship

Have floundered on her treacherous reef

Some even say those silent gray rocks

Are washed with widow’s pure grief

Now In this a wee fishing village

The people simple, hardworking and plain

Frustrated watched one such shipwreck

Helpless hearts filled with pain

It seemed no one could have survived

But in the morn’s first dismal early light

They heard a little girl crying

She was such a wee pitiful sight

Though no one knew her name

She became one of their own

Someone called the child Peggy

The village gave her a home

Now friends when the waves crash

To this very day across that cold rock

Some say you oft hear the spirits voices

Of that girl’s poor parents talk

They smile at the kind fishermen

Who in deep waters dmust rove

God bless all the good people

In the village of Peggy’s Cove…