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 She sat beside Tom in the morning.

And O but I was e’en right vext!

And at they pass’d thro’ the green meadows,

I said It’s a very wet day;

might have said more but how could I,

For thinking on sweet Sally Gray.

I went down to Tom in the lonning,

To hear all the cracks and the jokes,

And there was a man telling fortunes,

And I must be like other folk:

With chalk, and a pair of old bellows,

Two letters he rote in my way,

S stands for Sally all the world over

And nothing but G stands for Gray.

You talk of your Carlisle lasses,

With ribbands and targets of lace,

cuh a' sae pale looking creatures,

There’s ne’er a bit red in their face:

But Sally's skin’s like alabster,

Her cheeks like the roses in May !

O man! I could stand here for ever,

And talk about sweet Sally Gray.

Was I some rich Duke or great Lord,

Or some Parliament man of renown,

I would hire a coach and six horses,

To carry my Sally to town.

I would lure a coach and six horses,

And make them keep out of the way;

I would jump on behind like a footman,

All for my sweet Sally Gray.