 | Songs and poems(1866) |  |
BONNY SMURKIN' SALLY.
A BRAND NEW BALLAT.
O what a deal of beauties rare,
Leeve down in Caldew valley;
Yet theer's not yen that can compare
Wi' bonny smurkin' Sally.
Leeve down in Caldew valley;
Yet theer's not yen that can compare
Wi' bonny smurkin' Sally.
O fortune's great, my dad oft tells,
But I cry shally-wally:
I mind nae fortune, nor ought else,
My heart's sae set on Sally.
But I cry shally-wally:
I mind nae fortune, nor ought else,
My heart's sae set on Sally.
Let others round the teable sit
At fairs, and drink and rally;
While to a corner snug I git,
And kiss and lark wi' Sally.
At fairs, and drink and rally;
While to a corner snug I git,
And kiss and lark wi' Sally.
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Some lads court fearful hard, yet still
Put off and drive and dally;
The priest neest Sunday—if she will—
May publish me and Sally.
Put off and drive and dally;
The priest neest Sunday—if she will—
May publish me and Sally.
O how my heart wad loup for joy,
To lead her up the alley;
And with what courage cou'd I cry—
I tak thee bonny Sally.
To lead her up the alley;
And with what courage cou'd I cry—
I tak thee bonny Sally.
Now, sud not we a bargain strike?—
I's seer our temper's tally;
For deuce a thing can e'er I like
But just what likes my Sally.
I's seer our temper's tally;
For deuce a thing can e'er I like
But just what likes my Sally.
I's sick, and know not what to do;
And nevermore may rally!—
What signify sec things a flea?—
O, send off-hand for Sally.
And nevermore may rally!—
What signify sec things a flea?—
O, send off-hand for Sally.
| Songs and poems(1866) | |