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Sally In Our Alley

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.

Of all the ladies in the land
There’s none so sweet as 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 between
A Saturday and Monday;

For then I'm dressed all in my best
To walk abroad with Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.




Lyrics by Henry Carey (1693?–1743)