Melody - Henry Carey
Of all the girls that are so smart 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 Of all the days are in the week I dearly love but one day And that's the day that comes between A Saturday and Monday For then I'm dressed all in my best To walk a-broad with Sally She is the darling of my heart and 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 lives in our alley My marster carries me to church But often am I blam-ed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is nam-ed; I leave the church in sermon time And slink away to Sally She is the darling of my heart and lives in our alley |
My master and the neighbours all Make game of me and Sally And but for her I'd rather 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 |