Sally Free and Easy

Song by the wonderful and prolific Cyril Tawney.

 

|: Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name :|
Took a sailor’s loving,
For a nursery game.

|: Though the heart she gave me,
Was not made of stone :|
It was sweet and hollow,
Like a honey comb,

|: Think I’ll wait till sunset,
See the ensign down :|
Then I’ll take the tideway,
To my burying ground,

|: Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name :|
When my body’s landed,
Hope she dies of shame.

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