Sally In Our Alley Poem by Dr Ian Inkster

Salley in our Alley circa 1720s.


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
There is no lady in the land is half so sweet as Sally
She is the darling of my heart and she lives in our alley.

Her father he makes cabbage-nets and through the streets does cry em
Her mother she sells laces long to such as please to buy em
But sure such folk could ne'er beget so sweet a girl as Sally
She is the darling of my heart and she 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 O then I'll marry Sally
O then we'll wed and then we'll bed Ah but not within our alley!

Ian Inkster 2016