Irish American Version from New England
Sung by Asa Davis of Milton, Vermont, as learned from his father, Joel Davis, who was born in Duxbury, Vermont.
M. Olney, Collector July 21,1946
Jim Carroll

PRETTY SALLY

Some hundreds, some hundreds, some hundreds of years,
I courted a lady, a lady so fair;
She being a lady so lofty and high,
That upon this man she could scarce cast her eye.
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Sing torrel-o-day.

"O Sally, O Sally, O Sally,” said he,
"I'm sorry that your love and mine can’t agree,
But I hiave no great doubt but my ruin you prove,
Except: all your hatred being turned into love.”
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Sing torrel-o-day.

"Oh, rro, I don’t hate you nor no other man,
But as ior to love you is more than I can;
Now d^rop your intentions and end all discourse
For I’ll never, never have you, excepting I’m forced.”
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Sing toTrel-o-day.

Six mo nths being over, a story we hear.
She went for this young man who she lov-ed so dear;
She sent for this young man whom she slighted before,
For he r heart it was wounded and she knew not what for.
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Sing to xrel-o-day.

She semt for this young man all to her bedside.
"Is the pain in your head, love; is the pain in your side?”
"Oh, n o,” says the lady, "the pain you ain’t guessed
For the pain that torments me, love, lies in my breast.”
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Sing to torrel-o-day.

"Oh, am I your doctor?” this young man replied,
"Or am I that young man that you once denied?”
"Oh, y«ou are the man that can kill or can cure
And without your assistance I’m ruined I’m sure.”
Lie-fel,. a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel,. a-liddle-lary,
Sing torrel-o-day.

“0 Sally, O Sally, O Sally,” said he,
“Oh, don’t you remember how you slighted me?
When a question I’d ask you, you’d answer with scorn;
And now I’ll reward you of things past and gone.”
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Sing torrel-o-day.

“Of things past and gone, love, I hope you’ll forgive
And grant me some longer, some longer to live.”
“I never’ll forgive you which during my breath,
But I’ll dance on your grave, love, when you lie under earth!”
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Sing torrel-o-day.

“Farewell to my friends and farewell to my foes;
Farewell to this young man who caused my woes.
I would freely forgive him although he won’t me;
Ten thousand times over my follies I see.”
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Sing torrel-o-day.

“Farewell to my foes and farewell to my friends;
Farewell to this young man—God make him a man!”
Off from her fingers she took diamond rings three,
Saying, "Wear these for my sake, love, when you’re dancing over me!”
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Sing torrel-o-day.

“Cheer up, my pretty Sally, and married we’ll be.
Then we’ll live together in sweet u-ni-tee.”
Come, all ye fair maidens, your sweethearts don’t slight;
Come, all ye that are pretty girls, for I wish you good night.
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Lie-fel, a-liddle-lary,
Sing torrel-o-day.