Pretty SALLY's Garland. OR, Johnny's Kind Courtſhip. In Two PARTS.
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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 is no Lady in the Land
Is 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 Steets does cry them.
Her Mother ſhe ſells Laces long
To thoſe that pleaſe to buy them.
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 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 dreſt all in 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 blamed,
Becauſe I leave him in the lurch,
As ſoon as Text is named.
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 it all,
And give it to my Honey.
I wiſh it were Ten Thouſand Pounds,
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 I then we'll wed, and then we'll bed,
But not in our Alley.
Pretty Sally's Anſwer.
OF all the Lads in London Town,
There's none I love like Johnny.
He walks ſo ſtately 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 dreſs me in my Beſt,
In ſpite of all our Alley.
Becauſe that Nan and Sue did ſay,
That live in our Alley,
Unto Beſs Franklin, do but ſee,
Look there goes pretty Sally.
But let them know, tho' they ſay ſo,
That I have Store of Money.
And can an Hundred Pounds beſtow
On John, my deareſt 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 ſwear,
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 Maſter comes out with a Stick,
And ſorely 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 kiſs and wooe me.
Then in the Fields we walk and talk,
He calls me deareſt 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 ſweet and good,
My Johnny I will marry.
Tho' all our Neigbours ſpite us ſore,
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-ſtrings may fret,
For he'll not leave his Honey.
At Midſummer his Time is out,
Then Hand-in-Hand will Sally
Unto the Parſon with him go,
In ſpite of all our Alley.