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Proud Sally 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
This fair she began to grow sick at the last She grew sick at the last and she couldn't tell for why And she sent for the sailor that she of-times did deny
Or am I the young man that you sent for me Oh yes you're the doctor you can either kill or cure The pain that I feel dear is hard to endure
Or where does the pain lie does it lie in your side Oh indeed young man you're not far off the guess The pain that I feel lies under my left breast
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 Oh Sally dearest Sally oh Sally dear said he Don't you remember when you first slighted me You mocked me with cruelty and slighted me with scorn And now I'll reward you for what you have done.
And grant me a little while longer to live Oh no dearest Sally as long as I breathe I'll dance on your tomb while you lie underneath
And Willie's lamenting for all that is past Saying Sally lovely Sally if you were yet alive It's you I would wed and all others deprive Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com |
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