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My heart is always sorry,
 * and I'll tell you the reason why,

His brow is always hanging down,
 * he carries a jealous eye.

O hold your tongue dear Sally;
 * till I shall go to town,

I will buy you a lap dog,
 * likewise a muslin gown—

I'll buy for you a lap dog
 * to follow you when you call,

And of all the ladies in the land,
 * you will exceed them all.

To the devil with your lap dog,
 * your jaunting car likewise,

I would rather have a young man
 * with two bright sparkling eyes—

I would rather have a young man
 * without a penny at all—

Because he'd take me in his arms
 * and roll me from the wall.

The deuce may take my parents,
 * for they've done me meikle ill,

They've married me to an old man
 * and sore against my will;

I'd rather have a young man
 * without a penny at all,