Henry Carey
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Of all the |
girls |
that |
are so |
smart, |
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G |
There's |
none like |
pretty |
Sally; |
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She is the |
darl |
ing |
of my |
heart, |
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And |
lives in |
our |
alley; |
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C |
There's |
ne'er a |
lady |
in the land |
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Is |
half |
so |
sweet |
as |
Sally; |
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She is the d |
arl |
ing o |
f my heart, |
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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 a-broad with Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley.
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.