Of all the girls that are so smart
There’s none like Pretty Sally
She is the darling of my heart
And 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 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
She is the darling of my heart
And lives in our alley
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 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 dressed, all in my best
To walk abroad with Sally
She is the darling of my heart
And lives in our alley
My master carries me to church
And often am I blamed
Because I leave him in the lurch
Soon as the text is named
I leave the church in sermon time
And slink away to Sally
She is the darling of my heart
And lives in our alley
When Christmas comes about again
Oh, then I shall have money
I’ll hoard it up and, box and all
I’ll give it to my honey
Oh, would it were ten thousand pounds
I’d give it all to Sally
For she’s the darling of my heart
And lives in our alley
My master, and the neighbors all
Make game of me and Sally
And but for her 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
Text: Henry Carey (1715)
nach diesem Lied entstand 1843 das vielgesungene Lied von der Lore am Tore