Pretty SALLY's Garland. OR, Johnny's Kind Courtship. In Two PARTS. Henry Carey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T192194 K125362.000 Carey, Henry, 1687?-1743. Pretty Sally's garland: Or, Johnny's kind courtship. In two parts. [London] Printed and sold in Aldermary Church-Yard, London 1760? pp. []-[]. 1 sheet: ill.; obl.1/2⁰.

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Pretty SALLY's Garland . OR , Johnny's Kind Courtship . In Two PARTS .
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 thro' the Steets does cry them . Her Mother she sells Laces long To those that please to buy them . 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 Belly-full , 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 are in the Week , I dearly love but one Day . And that's the Day that comes betwixt 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 blamed , Because I leave him in the lurch , As soon as Text is named . 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 , Oh ! then I shall have money ; I'll hoard it up , and box it all , And give it to my Honey . I wish it were Ten Thousand Pounds , 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 . Oh ! then we'll wed , and then we'll bed , But not in our Alley .
Pretty Sally's Answer . OF all the Lads in London Town , There's none I love like Johnny . He walks so stately o'er the Ground , I like him for my Honey . And none but him I e'er will wed , As my Name is Sally : And I will dress me in my Best , In spite of all our Alley . Because that Nan and Sue did say , That live in our Alley , Unto Bess Franklin , do but see , Look there goes pretty Sally . But let them know , tho' they say so , That I have Store of Money . And can an Hundred Pounds bestow On John , my dearest Honey . 'Tis true my Father deals in Nets , My Mother in long Laces . But what of that , if Johnny's pleas'd , 'Twon't hinder our embraces . For Johnny he does often swear , He dearly loves his Sally . And for the Neighbours I don't care , We will live in our Alley . It's true , when Johnny comes along , And I by chance do meet him , His Master comes out with a Stick , And sorely he doth beat him , Yet Johnny shall be made Amends , When his Time's out , by Sally , In spite of all the Rogues and Whores That live in our Alley . There is one Day in every Week That Johnny does come to me . And then I own I am well pleas'd , When he doth kiss and wooe me . Then in the Fields we walk and talk , He calls me dearest Sally , I love him , and I'll have him too , In spite of all our Alley . His Cheeks are of a Crimson Red , Black Eye-brows he does carry . His Temper is so sweet and good , My Johnny I will marry . Tho' all our Neigbours spite us sore , Because Johnny loves his Sally . But I love Johnny more and more . And a Fig for all our Alley . Old Woman grumble , and the Maids Are all in Love with Johnny Their Guts to Fiddle-strings may fret , For he'll not leave his Honey . At Midsummer his Time is out , Then Hand-in-Hand will Sally Unto the Parson with him go , In spite of all our Alley .