Sally of our Alley. 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. T224811 K131924.000 Carey, Henry, 1687?-1743. Sally of our alley (Sally in our alley). [London] Printed and sold by J Davenport, London 1795? pp. []-[]. 1 sheet; 1/4⁰.

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Sally of our Alley . OF all the girls in our town 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 Is half so sweet as Sally , She is the darling of my heart , And lives in our alley . Her father he makes cabbage nets , And in the streets does cry them , Her mother she sells laces long , To all who chuse 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 lives in our alley . When Sally's 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 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 A Saturday and Monday : O then I'm drest in all my best , To walk abroad with Sally , She is the darling of my heart , And lives in our alley . My master carries me to church , And often I am 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 lives in our alley . When Christmas comes about again , O then I shall have money , I'll hoard it up , and box and all , I'll give it to my Sally , And would it were a thousand pounds , I'd give it all to Sally , She is the darling of my heart , And 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 , O then I'll marry Sally , O then we'll wed , and then we'll bed , But not in our alley .