When she is by, I leave my work And bangs me most severely. She is the darling of my heart, Of all the days that's in the week, And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm dress'd all in my best, My master carries me to church, Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named. I leave the church in sermon time, She is the darling of my heart, 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. I would it were ten thousand pounds, I'd give it all to Sally: She is the darling of my heart, My master and the neighbours all 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. Henry Carey. |