TESTO DEL LIED

"Sally in our alley"
di Volkslieder (Folksongs)

Of all the girls that are so smart
There's none like Pretty Sally;
She is the darling of my heart
And lives in our alley.
There's ne'er a lady in the land
That's half so sweet as Sally;
She is the darling of my heart
And lives in our alley.
Of all the days within 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 in all my best,
To walk abroad with Sally;
She is the darling of my heart
And lives in our alley.
When she is by I leave my work,
I love her so sincerely:
My master comes like any Turk
And bangs me most severely:
But let him bang his bellyful
I'll bear it all for Sally;
She is the darling of my heart
And lives in our alley.
My master carries me to Church
And often am I blamèd
Because I leave him in the lurch
As soon as text is namèd;
I leave the Church in sermon-time
And slink away to Sally;
She is the darling of my heart
And lives in our alley.
My master and the neighbours all
Make game of me and Sally,
And, but for her, I'd better be
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.