Pretty Sally's Answer

Of all the Lads in London Town, There's none I love like Johnny. He walks so stately o'er the Ground, I like him for my Honey. And none but him I e'er will wed, As my Name is Sally: And I will dress me in my Best, In spite of all our Alley. Because that Nan and Sue did say, That live in our Alley, Unto Bess Franklin, do but see, Look there goes pretty Sally. But let them know, tho' they say so, That I have Store of Money. And can an Hundred Pounds bestow On John, my dearest Honey. 'Tis true my Father deals in Nets, My Mother in long Laces. But what of that, if Johnny's pleas'd, 'Twon't hinder our embraces. For Johnny he does often swear, He dearly loves his Sally. And for the Neighbours I don't care, We will live in our Alley. It's true, when Johnny comes along, And I by chance do meet him, His Master comes out with a Stick, And sorely he doth beat him, Yet Johnny shall be made Amends, When his Time's out, by Sally, In spite of all the Rogues and Whores That live in our Alley. There is one Day in every Week That Johnny does come to me. And then I own I am well pleas'd, When he doth kiss and wooe me. Then in the Fields we walk and talk, He calls me dearest Sally, I love him, and I'll have him too, In spite of all our Alley. His Cheeks are of a Crimson Red, Black Eye-brows he does carry. His Temper is so sweet and good, My Johnny I will marry. Tho' all our Neigbours spite us sore, Because Johnny loves his Sally. But I love Johnny more and more. And a Fig for all our Alley. Old Woman grumble, and the Maids Are all in Love with Johnny Their Guts to Fiddle-strings may fret, For he'll not leave his Honey. At Midsummer his Time is out, Then Hand-in-Hand will Sally Unto the Parson with him go, In spite of all our Alley.