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TftEIGN OF QUEEN ANNE TO GEOKGE II. |
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The following is the tune to which the words have been sung for nearly a century. By comparing it with the older version of The Country Lass, at p. 376, the reader will see what variations time has made. |
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Her father he makes cabbage-nets,
And through the streets does cry them ; Her mother she sells laces long,
To such as please to buy them : But sure such folks could ne'er beget
So sweet a girl as 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, long as he will,
I'll bear it all for Sally ; She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley. |
_ Of all the days are in the week,
1 dearly love but one day, And that's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday : For then I'm dress'd in all my best,
To walk abroad with Sally ; She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley.
My master carries me to church,
And often I am blamed, Because I leave him in the lurch,
Soon as the text is named : I leave the church in sermon time,
And slink away to Sally; She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley. |
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