The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/Pretty Sally
For other versions of this work, see When Late I Wandered.
PRETTY SALLY.
When late I wander'd o'er the plain,From nymph to nymph, I strove in vain,My wild desire to rally, to rally,My wild desires to ral—ly:
But now they're of themselves come home;And strange! no longer wish to roam,They centre all in Sally, in Sally,They centre all in Sal—ly.
Yet she, unkind one, damps my joy,And cries, I court but to destroy:Can love with ruin tally, ruin tally?My mind desires to ral—ly:By those dear lips, those eyes, I swear,I would all deaths, all torments bear,Rather than injure Sally, injure Sally,Rather than injure Sal—ly.
Come then, O! come, thou sweeter farThan violets and roses are,Oh lillies of the valley, of the valley,Oh lillies of the val—ley:O follow love, and quit your fear,He'll guide you to these arms, my dear,And make you blest in Sally, in Sally,And make you blest in Sal—ly,