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7 SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

Or 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 at 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 Fo 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 matter comes like any Turk, And bangs me most severely; But let him beat me as he may, I'll bear it all for Salls; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.

Or all the days that's in this week, I dearly live but one day, And that's the day that comes betwixt the 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 she lives in our alley,

My master forces me to church, And often am I blam'd. Because I leave him in the lurch, As soon as text is nam'd, I have the church in sermon-time, To walk abroad with Sally;- She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.