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HENRY CAREY
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.
When Christmas comes about again,
O, then I shall have money ; PJ1 hoard it up, and box it all,
I'll give it to my honey: I would it were ten thousand pound,
I'd give it all 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, O, then I'll marry Sally;
O, then we'll wed, and then we'll bed- But not in our alley'
��456 ^ Drinking-Song
BACCHUS must now his power resign
I am the only God of Wine! It is not fit the wretch should be In competition set with me, Who can drink ten times more than he.
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