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 through 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 bellyful,
⁠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;