Song XIV., pp.261-263.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

OF all the girls that are so smart, 

There’s none like pretty Sally; 

She is the darling of my heart, 

And she live’s in our alley: 

There is no lady in the land 

Is half so sweet as Sally; 

She is the darling of my heart, 

And she lives in our alley. 

– 

Her father he makes cabbage nets, 

And thro’ the streets does cry ‘em; 

Her mother she sells laces long, 

To such as please to buy ‘em: 

But sure such folks cou’d ne’er beget 

So sweet a girl as Sally; 

She is the darling of my heart, 

And she lives in our alley. 

– 

When she is by, I leave my work, 

I love her so sincerely; 

My master comes like any Turk

And bangs me most severely: 

But let him bang his belly full, 

I’ll bear it all for Sally; 

She is the darling of my heart, 

And she lives in our ally. 

– 

Of all the days are in the week, 

I dearly love but one day, 

And that’s the day that comes betwixt 

The Saturday and Monday

For then I’m drest all in my best, 

To walk abroad with Sally; 

She is the darling of my heart, 

And she lives in our alley. 

– 

My master carrys me to church, 

And often am I blamed, 

Because I leave him in the lurch, 

As soon as text is named: 

I leave the church in sermon time, 

And slink away with Sally; 

She is the darling of my heart, 

And she lives in our alley. 

– 

When Christmass comes about again, 

O! then I shall have mony; 

I’ll hoard it up, and box it all, 

And give it to my honey: 

And wou’d it were ten thousand pound, 

I’d give it all to Sally; 

She is the darling of my heart, 

And she lives in our alley. 

– 

My master and the neighbours all 

Make game of me and Sally

And (but for her) I’d better be 

A slave, and row a galley; 

But when my seven long years are out, 

O! then I’ll marry Sally

O! then we’ll wed, and then we’ll bed, 

But not in our alley. 

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