(by Cyril Tawney)
Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name,
Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name,
Took a sailor's lovin',
For a nursery game.
Though the heart she gave me,|
Was not made of stone, |(2X)
It was sweet and hollow,
Like a honey comb,
Think I'll wait till sunset,|
See the ensign down, |(2X)
Then I'll take the tideway,
To my buryin' groun',
Sally, free and easy, |
That should be her name,|(2X)
When my body's landed,
Hope she dies of shame.
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