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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 long as he will,

⁠I'll bear it all for Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,

⁠And she lives in our alley.

Of all the days are in the week,

⁠I dearly love but one day;

And that's the day that comes betwixt

⁠A 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 blamed,

Because I leave him in the lurch

⁠As soon as text is named:

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 and all,

⁠I'll give unto my honey:

I would it were ten thousand pounds,

⁠I'd give it all to Sally:

She is the darling of my heart,

⁠And she lives in our alley.

My master and the neighbours all,

⁠Make game of me and Sally;

And but for she I'd better be

⁠A slave, and row a galley:

But when my seven long years are out,

⁠Oh, then I'll marry Sally,

And then how happily we'll live,

⁠But not in our alley.