 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
SALLY.
“Sally, Sally, shilly shally,
Sally, why not name the day?”
“Harry, Harry, I will tarry
Longer in love's flowery way!”
“Can't you make your mind up, Sally?
Why embitter thus my cup?”
“Harry, I've so great a mind,
It takes a long time making up.”
Sally, why not name the day?”
“Harry, Harry, I will tarry
Longer in love's flowery way!”
“Can't you make your mind up, Sally?
Why embitter thus my cup?”
“Harry, I've so great a mind,
It takes a long time making up.”
“Sally, Sally, in the valley
You have promised many a time,
On the sunny Sunday morning,
As we've heard the matin chime.
Heark'ning to those sweet bells ringing,
Calling grateful hearts to pray,
I have whispered—‘Oh! how sweetly
They'll proclaim our wedding day!’”
You have promised many a time,
On the sunny Sunday morning,
As we've heard the matin chime.
Heark'ning to those sweet bells ringing,
Calling grateful hearts to pray,
I have whispered—‘Oh! how sweetly
They'll proclaim our wedding day!’”
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“Harry, Harry, I'll not marry
'Till I see your eyes don't stray;
At Kate Riley, you so slily
Stole a wink the other day.”
“Sure Kate Riley, she's my cousin;”
“Harry, I've a cousin too;
If you like such close relations,
I'll have cousins close as you.”
'Till I see your eyes don't stray;
At Kate Riley, you so slily
Stole a wink the other day.”
“Sure Kate Riley, she's my cousin;”
“Harry, I've a cousin too;
If you like such close relations,
I'll have cousins close as you.”
“Sally, Sally, do not rally,
Do not mock my tender woe;
Play me not thus shilly shally,
Sally, do not tease me so!
While you're smiling, hearts beguiling,
Doing all a woman can,
Think—though you're almost an angel,
I am but a mortal man!”
Do not mock my tender woe;
Play me not thus shilly shally,
Sally, do not tease me so!
While you're smiling, hearts beguiling,
Doing all a woman can,
Think—though you're almost an angel,
I am but a mortal man!”
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |