Volume 1 / Book 2 / Act 1 — HENRY CAREY.

Of Carey, the author of the popular song, 'Sally in our Alley,' we know only that he was a professional musician, composing the air as well as the words of 'Sally,' and that in 1763 he died by his own hands.

SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

1 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.

2 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 folks could ne'er beget So sweet a girl as Sally! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.

3 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 belly full, I'll bear it all for Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.

4 Of all the days that's in the week, I dearly love but one day; And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday; For then I'm dressed all in my best, To walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.

5 My master carries me to church, And often am I blamed, Because I leave him in the lurch, As soon as text is named: 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.

6 When Christmas comes about again, O then I shall have money; I'll hoard it up, and box it all, I'll give it to my honey: I would it were ten thousand pounds, I'd give it all to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.

7 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, But not in our alley.