Sally in Our Alley
by Henry Carey |
Of all the girls that are so smart
...There's none like pretty Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
...And she lives in our alley.
There is no lady in the land
...Is half so sweet as Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
...And she lives in our alley.
Her father he makes cabbage-nets,
...And through the streets does cry 'em;
Her mother she sells laces long
...To such as please to buy 'em:
But sure such folks could ne'er beget
...So sweet a girl as Sally!
She is the darling of my heart,
...And she 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 his bellyful,
...I'll bear it all for Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
...And she lives in our alley. . .
. .My master and the neighbors all
...Make game of me and Sally,
And, but for her, I'd better be
...A slave and row a galley;
But when my seven long years are out
...O then I'll marry Sally,--
O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed...
...But not in our alley!
.....from Sally in Our Alley
by Henry Carey (1693?-1743)
