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 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 through the streets does cry ’em; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy ’em; 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 bellyful, I ’ll bear it all for Sally; For she ’s the darling of my heart, And she 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 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 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 she lives in our alley. When Christmas comes about again, O, then I shall have money! I ’ll hoard it up, and box it all, And give it to my honey; I would it were ten thousand pound! I ’d give it all to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she 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, O, then I ’ll marry Sally! O, then we ’ll wed, and then we ’ll bed,— But not in our alley!