A 7th verse [in Chappell, 648]: My master and the neighbours all, Make game of me and Sally, And but for her I'd better be A slave, and row a galley: But when my sev'n long years are out [= his apprenticeship], Oh, then I'll marry Sally, And then how happily we'll live-- But not in our alley.

Chappell expurgates here, for the penultimate line I've seen elsewhere is "Oh then we''l wed, and then we'll bed", or so.

Maggie Lauder--let me look this up.