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Sally.
Oh Sally, has thou done the grates,
An' clean'd the kitchen floor,
An' said good-bye to all thy mates
Thou winna see no more?
An' clean'd the kitchen floor,
An' said good-bye to all thy mates
Thou winna see no more?
An' has thou corded up thy box,
Wi' all thy things inside—
Thy Sunday shawl an' Sunday frocks
As was thy mother's pride?
Wi' all thy things inside—
Thy Sunday shawl an' Sunday frocks
As was thy mother's pride?
An' has thou pack'd them fairings up
The missis left for thee—
The looking-glass, the chiney cup,
An' two good pounds o' tea?
The missis left for thee—
The looking-glass, the chiney cup,
An' two good pounds o' tea?
Why then, my wench, we're fit to start—
For they ha' paid thy wage;
So off we go wi' lightsome heart
To catch the early stage!
For they ha' paid thy wage;
So off we go wi' lightsome heart
To catch the early stage!
Thy box, I'll lug it through the town;
An' if we rest a bit,
Among the folks I'll set it down,
An' thou shall sit on it.
An' if we rest a bit,
Among the folks I'll set it down,
An' thou shall sit on it.
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I shall be proud to have thee seen
An' reckon'd for my own—
Aye, proud as if thou was a Queen
A-sitting on her throne.
An' reckon'd for my own—
Aye, proud as if thou was a Queen
A-sitting on her throne.
I lay they hanna seen for weeks
A country maid like mine,
Wi' such a colour in her cheeks,
An' such a arm as thine!
A country maid like mine,
Wi' such a colour in her cheeks,
An' such a arm as thine!
An' when the waggon comes in sight,
An' we ha' took our place,
I lay theer's nothing half so bright
Inside it, as thy face.
An' we ha' took our place,
I lay theer's nothing half so bright
Inside it, as thy face.
Aye, lass! For now thy face is clean,
It's just as nice again:
I wonder what our Poll do mean
Wi' calling of thee plain.
It's just as nice again:
I wonder what our Poll do mean
Wi' calling of thee plain.
Plain? Why, thy eyes is soft an' clear
Like sunshine out at sea;
An' as for them two lips, my dear,
I know how sweet they be!
Like sunshine out at sea;
An' as for them two lips, my dear,
I know how sweet they be!
O Sally, I do love thee well;
But somehow, in my mind
I canna think o' words to tell
How good thou is an' kind:
But somehow, in my mind
I canna think o' words to tell
How good thou is an' kind:
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I only know I'm precious glad
I've got thee now for life:
For why, I never could go bad,
Wi' Sally for my wife!
I've got thee now for life:
For why, I never could go bad,
Wi' Sally for my wife!
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