Sally in our Alley

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's not a lady in the land

That's 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 street does cry' em;

Her mother she sells laces long

To such as please to buy' em

How could such folks the parents be

Of such 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.

Of all the days that's in the week,

I dearly love but one day,

And that's the day that comes between

The Saturday and Monday,

For then I'm drest all in my best

To 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 blam'd

Because I leave him in the lurch

As soon as text is nam'd;

I leave the church in sermon-time

And slink away to Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley.

When Christmas comes about again,

O, 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 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,

Oh! Then I'll marry Sally;

She is the darling of my heart

And she lives in our alley.