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.

Her father he makes cabbage-nets,
    And through the streets does cry them;
Her mother she sells laces long
    To such as please to buy them:
But sure such folk can have no part
    In such a girl as 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, long as he will,
    I'll bear it all for Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
    And lives in our alley.

Of all the days are in the week,
    I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes betwixt
    A Saturday and Monday;
For then I'm dressed, all in 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 am I blamed,
Because I leave him in the lurch,
    Soon as the 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,
    Oh, then I shall have money;
I'll hoard it up and, box and all,
    I'll give it to my honey;
Oh, would it were ten thousand pounds,
    I'd give it all to Sally;
For she's the darling of my heart,
    And lives in our alley.

My master, and the neighbors 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,
And then how happily we'll live,
    But not in our alley.