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 lives in our alley.

There's ne'er a lady in the land

That's half so sweet as Sally;

She is the darling of my heart

And lives in our alley.

Of all the days within the week,

I dearly love but one day,

And that's the day that comes between

A Saturday and Monday,

For then I'm dressed in all my best,

To walk abroad with Sally;

She is the darling of my heart

And 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 lives in our alley.

My master carries me to church

And often am I blamèd

Because I leave him in the lurch

As soon as text is namèd;

I leave the church in sermon-time

And slink away to Sally;

She is the darling of my heart

And lives in our alley.