Sally of our Alley.
[]OF all the girls in our town
There's none like pretty Sally,
She is the darling of my heart;
And lives in our alley:
There's ne'er a lady in the land
Is half ſo ſweet as Sally,
She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley.
Her father he makes cabbage nets,
And in the ſtreets does cry them,
Her mother ſhe ſells laces long,
To all who chuſe to buy them;
But ſure ſuch folks could ne'er beget
So ſweet a girl as Sally,
She is the darling, &c.
When Sally's 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, &c.
Of all the days that's in the week,
I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes between
A Saturday and Monday:
O then I'm dreſt in all my beſt,
To walk abroad with Sally, ſhe is, &c.
My maſter carries me to church,
And often I am blamed,
Becauſe I leave him in the lurch,
As ſoon as text is named:
I leave the church in ſermon time,
And ſlink away to Sally, ſhe is, &c.
When Chriſtmas comes about again,
O then I ſhall have money,
I'll hoard it up, and box and all,
I'll give it to my Sally,
And would it were a thouſand pounds,
I'd give it all to Sally, ſhe is, &c.
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.