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'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.

 ... 

Of all the days that's in the week,
I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes between
The 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.

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 she lives in our alley.

 ... 

My master carries me to church,
And often am I blam'd
Because I leave him in the lurch
As soon as text is nam'd;
I leave the church in sermon-time
And slink away to 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,
Oh! Then I'll marry Sally;
She is the darling of my heart
And she lives in our alley.