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SALLY AND JOHNNY.

IT happened on a summer evening,

In the merry month of May,

Just as I had quat my weaving,

Thro' the grove I chanc'd to stray.

There I met with lovely Sally,

Blooming like a rose in June;

I did not tarry long for to dally,

But I kiss'd her well by the light of the moon

Thou fairest of the soft creation,

While I enjoy these happy hours,

Be not shy unto me, Sally,

For I have thee in my power.

Then I held her in my arms,

Just like a flower when in its bloom,

And to my bosom I did press her,

I kiss'd her well by the light of the moon.

I press'd her to a bank of roses,

While she said, young man, forbear,

Do not hurt me, she cried, Johnny,

Or I'll tear you by the hair.

Don't you see my cloaths are torn,

My handsome cap and new baloon;

The more she grumbled, the more I tumbled,

I kiss'd her well by the light of the moon.