[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.
