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'Delightfully sung by Bott and Cornwell to a joyful accompaniment' (Gramophone) 'Stylish interpretations … elegantly shaped wind playing by The Parley of Instruments … the disc provides valuable insight into early 18th c ...» More
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 thro’ the streets does cry ’em. Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy ’em. But sure such folks could ne’er beget So sweet a girl as Sally. She is the darling of my heart And she 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 his belly full, I’ll bear it all for Sally; She is the darling of my heart And she lives in our alley.
Of all the days that’s 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 in all my best, To walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart And she lives in our alley.
My master carries me to church And often am I blamèd Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is namèd; 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.
When Christmas comes about again, Oh then I shall have money. I’ll hoard it up and box and all, And give it to my honey; And would it were ten thousand pound I’d give it all to Sally. She is the darling of my heart And she lives in our alley.
My master and the neighbours 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; Oh then we’ll wed and then we’ll bed, But not in our alley.