Pretty SALLY's Garland.
OR,
Johnny's Kind Courtship.
In Two PARTS.

Of all the Girls that are so smart,
There's none like pretty Sally,
She is the Darling of my Heart,
And the lives in our Alley.

There is no Lady in the Land
Is half so sweet as Sally.

Her Father he makes Cabbage-Nets,
And thro' the Streets does cry them.

Her Mother she fells Laces long
To that that pleafe to buy them.

But fure fuch Folks could ne'er beget
So fweet a Girl as Sally,

She is the Darling of my Heart,
And the lives in our alley.

When she is by, I leave my Work,
I love her so fincerely.

My Mafter comes like any Turk,
And bangs me moft severely.

But let him bang his Belly-full,
I'll bear it all for Sally.

Of all the Days that are in the Week,
I dearly love but one Day.

And that's the Day that comes betwixt
The Saturday and Monday.

For then I'm dreft all in my Beft,
To walk abroad with Sally.

My Mafter 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 flink away to Sally,

When Chriftmas comes about again,
Oh! then I shall have money;

I'll hoard it up, and box it all,
And give it to my Honey.

I wifh it were Ten Thoufand Pounds,
I'd give it all to Sally,

My Mafter and the Neighbours all
Make Game of me and Sally,
And but for her I'd better be
A flave, and row a Galley.

But when my feven 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.

## Pretty Sally's Anfwer.

Of all the Lads in London Town,
There's none I love like Johnny.

He walks fo flately o'er the Ground,
I like him for my Honey.

And none but him I e'er will wed,
As my Name is Sally;

And I will drels me in my Beft,
In ſpite of all our Alley.

Because that Nan and Sue did fay,
That live in our Alley,

Unto Befs Franklin, do but fee,
Look there goes pretty Sally.

But let them know, tho' they lay fo,
That I have Store of Money.

And can an Hundred Pounds beſtow
On John, my deareft Honey,

'Tis true my Father deals in Nets,
My Mother in long Laces,

But what of that, if Johnny's pleas'd,

'Twon't hinder our embraces,
For Johnny he does often wear,
He dearly loves his Sally,

And for the Neighbours I don't care,
We will live in our Alley.

It's true, when Johnny comes along,
And I by chance do meet him,

His Mafter comes out with a Stick,
And foreely he doth beat him,

Yet Johnny ſhall be made Amends,
When his Time's out, by Sally,

In ſpite of all the Rogues and Whores
That live in our Alley.

There is one Day in every Week
That Johnny does come to me,

And then I own I am well pleas'd,
When he doth kifs and wooe me,

Then in the Fields we walk and talk,
He calls me deareft Sally,

I love him, and I'll have him too,
In ſpite of all our Alley.

His Cheeks are of a Crimſon Red,
Black Eye-brows he does carry,

His Temper is so fweet and good,
My Johnny I will marry.

Tho' all our Neighbours ſpite us fore,
Because Johnny loves his Sally.

But I love Johnny more and more,
And a Fig for all our Alley.

Old Woman grumble, and the Maids
Are all in Love with Johnny

Their Guts to Fiddle-fittings may fret,
For he'll not leave his Honey.

At Midfummer his Time is out,
Then Hand-in-Hand will Sally

Unto the Parfon with him go,
In ſpite of all our Alley.

Printed and Sold in Aldermary Church-
Yard, London