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The Song Book
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,
I 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.
When Christmas comes about again >
O then I shall have money; I'll hoard it up and, box and all,
I'll give unto my honey : I would it were ten thousand pounds,
I'd give it all to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley.
My master and the neighbours all,
Make game of me and Sally, And but for she I'd better be
A slave, and row a galley : But when my seven long years are out,
O then I'll marry Sally, And then how happily we'll live—■
But not in our alley. The Words by Henry Carey. Tune The |
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