Published Nov. 1, 1805, by LAURIE & WHITTLE, 53 Fleet Street, London.

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SALLY IN OUR ALLEY:

Sung by Mr. INCLEDON.—Mr. BRAHAM.—Mr. DIGNUM.—Mr. HILL.—Mr. TAYLOR, &c. &c.

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,

For she's the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our Alley.

Her father he makes cabbage-nets,
For those who want to buy 'em,
Her mother she makes laces long,
And thro' the streets does cry 'em ;

But fure fuch folks could ne'er beget
Such a charming 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 fincerly,

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,

For she's the darling of my foul,
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 between
A Saturday and Monday ;

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

My master carries me to church,
Where often I am blamed,
Because I leave him in the lurch
As soon as text is named :

I leave the church in fermon-time,
And flink 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 it to my honey.

And wou'd it were ten thoufand pounds,
I'd give it all to Sally ;

My master and the neighbours all
Make game of me and Sally,
Wer't not for her I'd better been
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 into our Alley.

Published 9th November, 1805.

BY LAURIE AND WHITTLE,

Fleet Street, London.