From The musical repository, pp150-2, 1799.

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FAIR SALLY.

 Fair Sally lov'd a bonny seaman,
 With tears she sent him out to roam,
 Young Thomas lov'd no other woman,
 But left his heart with her at home.
 She view's the sea from off the hill,
 And while she turn'd the spinning wheel,
 	Sung of her bonny seaman.
 
 The winds blew loud, and she grew paler,
 To see the weather-cock turn round,
 When lo! she spied her bonny sailor
 Come singing o'er the fallow ground:
 With nimble haste he leap'd the style,
 And Sally met him with a smile,
 	And hugg'd her bonny sailor.
 
 Fast round the waste he took he Sally,
 But first around his mouth wip'd he,
 Like home-bred spark he could not dally,
 But kiss'd and press'd her with a glee:
 Thro' winds and waves and dashing rain,
 Cry'd he, thy Tom's returned again,
 	And brings a heart for Sally. 
 
 Welcome! she cried, my constant Thomas,
 Tho' out of sight, ne'er out of mind;
 Our hearts tho' seas have parted from us,
 Yet they my thoughts did leave behind:
 So much my thoughts took Tommy's part,
 That time nor absence from my heart
 	Could drive my constant Thomas.
 
 This knife, the gift of lovely Sally,
 I still have kept for her dear sake;
 A thousand times, in am'rous folly,
 Thy name I've carv'd upon the deck.
 Again this happy pledge returns,
 To tell how truly Thomas burns,
 	How truly burns for Sally.
 
 This thimble didst thou give to Sally,
 Whilst this I see I think of you;
 Then why does Tom stand shilly shally,
 While yonder steeple's in our view?
 Tom, never to occasion blind,
 Now took her in the coming mind,
 	And went to church with Sally.