I'll tell yes aall aboot a nice young lass hor name is Sally Gee,
Aa met hor in the public hoose it was doon by the quay,
Aa says to hor I knaa your fyec but aa divvint knaa from where,
Aa asked hor where she lived aboots and she whispered Carliol Square.

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Nivver mind aa knaa she's kind aa knaa the lass is big hearted,
The cast in hor eye myeks hor look shy, Aa wish we nivver had parted,
She's gorra hump, she waaks wi a stick but she's aalways gud te me,
Aam fond o the lass that nyen can pass the lass doon on the quay.

Ivory neet aa used te meet me Sally doon the quay,
Aa swore that aa wad marry hor if she'd be gud te me.
Mind how lang its since she weshed horself aa really divvint knaa,
She's gorra fyce like an aad spice cake an as black as ony craa.

It was aall through hor that aa took te the drink, aa went heelang te the bad,
Aa pawned me watch and chain and aall, iverythink aa had,
Then next day the landlord he cum and hoyed is oot the door,
An aa spent six months in Durham Goal wi me clathes put into store.

Bob Fox and Stu Luckley have an extra verse which they put in between verses two and three; however this is the version with which I am most familiar.