Henry Care Y[d. 1743]277 Sally in Our Alley
¶O F all the girls that are so smartThere's none like pretty Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.
Henry Care Y
¶There is no lady in the landIs half so sweet as Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.
¶Her father he makes cabbage-netsAnd through the streets does cry 'em;Her mother she sells laces longTo such as please to buy 'em:But sure such folks could ne'er begetSo 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 bellyfull,I'll bear it all for Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.
¶Of all the days that's in the weekI dearly love but one day —And that's the day that comes betwixtA Saturday and Monday;For then I'm drest all in my bestTo walk abroad with Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.
¶My master carries me to church,And often am I blamedBecause I leave him in the lurchAs soon as text is named;I leave the church in sermon-timeAnd slink away to Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.[405]When Christmas comes about againO then I shall have money;I'll hoard it up, and box it all,I'll give it to my honey;I would it were ten thousand pound,I'd give it all to Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.
¶My master and the neighbours allMake game of me and Sally,And , but for her, I'd better beA slave and row a galley;But when my seven long years are outO then I'll marry Sally,—O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed,But not in our alley!