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SALLY GRAY.
O David, I’ll tell you a secret,
If you'll keep it close in your breast,
I would not for all Elsdon parish,
It came to the cars of the rest.
I’ll lay you a bet or a wager.
A groat to your two pence I'll lay,
You cannot guess who I'm in love with,
If you keep off sweet Sally Gray.
There's many come into the nation.
But few with my Sally can match;
There’s many come to her a-wooin’.
And O but it makes me right vext!
For Sally sits spinning and singing
Of her Jemmy all the whole day.
And I myself keep by the hay-stack,
And fain would see sweet Sally Gray.
She’s sixteen years last Collop-Monday,
And I am the very same age;
And O for a kiss of my Sally;
I would give half-a-year's wage!
When I look to the bonny black mountains.
And over the hills away.
There's not such a place in-the nation.
For there lives my sweet Sally Gray.
If you'd been at the kirk the last Sunday,
