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Ef me goin’ to de race I’m a-t’inkin’ of her face,
An’ A feel her shedah at me side;
Ef me eatin’ me lee grub, I’m a-t’inkin’ o’ de lub
Dat me ha’ fe her alone so free an’ wide.

Udder p’liceman ha’ dem gal, but dere’s none like fe me Sal,
Dey can neber trus’ fe dem like me;
And I needn’t eber fear, ef I’m transferred anywhere,
For me Sally is as true as true can be.

She’s de darlin’ o’ me life, an’ shall one day be me wife
Jes’ as soon as eberyt’ing is ripe;
An’ me hab a feelin’ strong dat it will not be too long
’Fo’ me get fe wear an Acting Corp’ral’s stripe.

She’s de darlin’ o’ me heart, an’ we’ll neber neber part,
She’s de prettiest black gal in de wul’;
An’ whereber you may go you won’t find anedder so,
Wid more tender min’ an’ better sort o’ soul.

So de day shall soon arrive when de two o’ we shall drive
To de parish church at Half Way Tree:
An’ we’ll stroll back t’rough de gate, me Sal a corpy’s mate,
An’ we’ll be as happy-happy as can be.