When Late I wander'd.
When late I wander'd o'er the plain,
From nymph to nymph I strove in vain,
My wild desires to rally to rally,
My wild desires to ral—ly:
But now they're of themselves come home.
And strange I no longer wish to roam,
They centre all in Sally in Sally,
They centre all in Sally
Yet she unkind one damps my joy.
And cries I court but to destroy,
Can love with ruin tally ruin tally,
My wild desires to ral—ly:
By those dear lips, those eyes, I swear,
I would all deaths all torments bear,
Rather than injure Sally, injure Sally,
Rather than injure Sally,
Come then, Oh come, thou sweeter far
Than violets and roses are,
Or lillies of the valley of the valley,
Or lillies of the val—ley,
O follow dove, and quit your fear
He'll guide you to these arms my dear,
And make me blest in Sally, in Sally.
And make me blest in Sal—ly.
