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.
I is i' truth a coontry youth,
Nean used to Lunnon fashions;
Yet vartue guides, an' still presides
GOD save our gracious King,
Long live our noble King,
God save the King! Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Heard ye those loud-contending waves,
That shook Cecropia's pillar'd state?
Saw ye the mighty, from their graves,
Genteel in personage,
Conduct, and equipage,
Noble by heritage,
Generous and free:
I go to the Elysian shade
Where sorrow ne'er shall wound me;
Where nothing shall my rest invade,
But joy shall still surround me.
OH ! lead me where my Darling lies,
Cold as the Marble Stone;
I will recall her with my Cries,
And wake her with my Moan.