Sally In Our Alley - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. 
Of all the girls that are so smart, there's none I love but Sally; She is the darling of my heart, and she lives in our alley. There's not a lady in the land that's half so sweet as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, and she lives in our alley. 
Her father makes cabbage nets, and thro' the streets doth cry 'em; Her mother she sells laces long to such as please to buy 'em. But sure such folks could never own so sweet a girl as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, and she lives in our alley. 
When she is by, I leave my work, I love her so sincerely; My master comes like a Turk, and bangs me most severely. But let him bang his belly full, I'll bear it all for Sally; She is the darling of my heart, and she lives in our alley. 
Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day, And that's the day that comes between Saturday and Monday. For then I'm drest all in my best, to walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart and she lives in our alley. 
My master carries me to church, and often I get blamed. Because I leave him in the lurch as soon as the text is named. I leave the church in sermon time, to walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, and she lives in our alley. 
When Christmas comes about again, oh! then I shall have money; I'll hoard it up, and box and all, and give it to my honey. And would it were ten thousand dollars, I'd give it all to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, and she lives in our alley. 
My master and the neighbors all. make game of me and Sally; And but for her I'd rather 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.