Sally in our Alley (1889)

by Henry Carey (1687-1743)

For other versions of this work, see Sally in Our Alley.

IllustratedIllustrated byby Joseph LauberJoseph Lauber

 

 

White and Allen
New York and London New York and London.

 

Copyright 1889,
BY
WHITE and ALLEN.

 

 

Of 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's ne'er a lady in the land
That's half so sweet as 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 them;

 

 

 

Her mother she sells laces long
To such as please to buy them:
But sure such folk can have no part
In such a girl as Sally;

 

 

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;

 

 

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 dressed all in my best,
To walk abroad with Sally;

 

 

My master carries me to church,
And often I am blamèd,

 

 

Because I leave him in the lurch
Soon as the text is namèd:
I leave the church in sermon time,
And slink away to Sally;

 

 

When Christmas comes about again,
Oh, 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:

 

 

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.

 

 

SALLY IN OUR ALLEY

HENRY CAREY.

Lyrics (not listed in original)

1.

Of 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's ne'er a lady in the land
That's half so sweet as Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

2.

Her father he makes cabbage-nets,
And through the streets does cry them;
Her mother she sells laces long
To such as please to buy them:
But sure such folk can have no part
In such a girl as Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

 

3.

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.

4.

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.

5.

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.

6.

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.

7.

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.