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Now, Sally, you are married, I hope you'll agree,
Seven years at afterwards, seven years ago, And now they are parted with a kiss and a blow.
—Monton, Lancashire (Miss Dendy).
The last two lines were supplied by a girl in a very poor district of Manchester (note by Miss Dendy).
XLI. Rise, Sally Walker, rise, if you can,
Rise, Sally Walker, and follow your gueedman,
Choose to the east, and choose to the west,
Choose to the one that you love best.
There is a couple married in joy,
First a girl and then a boy,
Seven years after, seven years to come.
—Rosehearty (Rev. W. Gregor).
XLI I. Little Polly Sanders sits on the sand,
Weeping and crying for her young man; Rise up, Polly, wipe your tears, Pick the one you love so sweet. Now Polly's got married, we hope she'll have joy, For ever and ever a girl or a boy. If one won't do, she must have two, So I pray you, young damsels, to kiss two and two.
—Liverpool (C. C. Bell).
XLIII. Here sits poor Sally on the ground,
Sighing and sobbing for her young man. Arise, Sally, rise, and wipe your weeping eyes, And turn to the east, and turn to the west, And show the little boys that you love best.
A bogie in, a bogie out,
A bogie in the garden,
I wouldn't part with my young man
For fourpence ha'penny farthing.
—Long Eaton, Nottingham (Miss Youngman).