Songs

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.