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The Song Book |
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XLIV |
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SALLY LN OUR ALLEY |
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lives in our alley.
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 folk can have no part
In such a girl as Sally ; She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley. |
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