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 within the week
I dearly love but one day,
And that`s the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday:
O, then I`m dressed all in my best
To walk abroad with Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley.
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When Christmas comes about again,
O, then I shall have money;
I`ll save it up, and box and all
I`ll give unto my honey;
And when my sev`n long years are out,
O, then I`ll marry Sally,
And then how happily we`ll live!
But not in our alley.
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