Proud Sally |
From F.J. Child, #295
A sailor from Dover, from Dover he came He courted lovely Sally and Sally was her name; But still she walked so lofty and her fortune was so high, That she on a sailor would scarce cast an eye.
2. A few months being over and a few months being past,
3. "Am I the doctor, that you sent for me?
4. "Where does the pain lie, does it lie in your head? | 5. She took the gold rings off her fingers, by one, two or three, Saying, "Take you these, dear Willie, in remembrance of me, In remembrance of me, my dear, when I am dead and gone And perhaps you'll be sorry then for what you have done."
6. "Oh Sally, dearest Sally, oh Sally dear," said he
7. "Oh Willie, dearest Willie, forget and forgive
8. Now Sally's dead and got buried at last, |