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I	A
WA IT till our Sally cooms in fur thou mun a' sights to tell	B
Eh but I be ma in glad to see tha sa 'arty an' well	B
'Cast awa y on a disolut land wi' a vartical soon '	C
Strange fur to go fur to think what sa ilors a' see n an' a' doon	D
'Summat to drink sa' 'ot ' I 'a nowt but Adam's wine	D
What's the 'e t o' this little 'ill side to the 'e t o' the line	D
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II	A
'What's i' tha bottle a stanning theer I'll tell tha Gin	D
But if thou wants thy grog tha mun go fur it down to the inn	D
Naay fur I be ma in glad but thaw tha was iver sa dry	A
Thou gits naw gin fro' the bottle theer an' I'll tell tha why	A
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III	A
Me an' thy sister was married when wur it back end o' June	D
Ten year sin' and wa 'greed as well as a fiddle i' tune	D
I could fettle and clump owd boo ts and shoes wi' the best on 'em all	E
As fer as fro' Thursby thurn hup to Harmsby and Hutterby Hall	E
We was busy as bee s i' the bloom an' 'appy as 'art could think	F
An' then the babby wur burn and then I ta kes to the drink	F
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IV	G
An' I weant ga insa y it my lad thaw I be hafe sha med on it now	D
We could sing a good song at the Plow we could sing a good song at the Plow	D
Thaw once of a frosty night I slither'd an hurted my huck	H
An' I coom'd neck an crop soomtimes sla pe down i' the squad an' the muck	H
An' once I fowt wi' the Ta ilor not hafe ov a man my lad	I
Fur he scrawm'd an' scratted my fa ce like a cat an' it ma de'er sa mad	I
That Sally she turn'd a tongue banger an' ra ted ma 'Sottin' thy bra ins	J
Guzzlin' an' so kin' an' smo kin' an' hawmin' about i' the la nes	K
So sow droonk that tha doesn not touch thy 'at to the Squire '	-
An' I loo k'd cock eyed at my no se an' I see d 'im a gittin' o' fire	L
But sin' I wur hallus i' liquor an' hallus as droonk as a king	M
Fo lks' coostom flitted awa y like a kite wi' a brokken string	M
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V	G
An' Sally she wesh'd fo lks' clo ths to keep the wolf fro' the door	N
Eh but the moor she riled me she druv me to drink the moor	O
Fur I fun' when 'er hack wur turn'd wheer Sally's owd stockin' wur 'id	I
An' I grabb'd the munny she ma de and I we r'd it o' liquor I did	I
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VI	G
An' one night I cooms 'o m like a bull gotten loose at a fa ir	O
An' she wur a wa itin' fo'mma an' cryin' and te rin' 'er 'a ir	O
An' I tummled athurt the cra dle an' swe r'd as I'd break ivry stick	P
O' furnitur 'ere i' the 'ouse an' I gied our Sally a kick	P
An' I mash'd the ta bles an' chairs an' she an' the babby be l'd	I
Fur I knaw'd naw moor what I did nor a mortal be st o' the fe ld	I
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VII	G
An' when I wa ked i' the murnin' I see d that our Sally went la med	I
Cos' o' the kick as I gied 'er an' I wur dreadful asha med	I
An' Sally wur sloomy an' draggle ta il'd in an owd turn gown	D
An' the babby's fa ce wurn't wesh'd an' the 'ole 'ouse hupside down	D
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VIII	G
An' then I minded our Sally sa patty an' ne t an' swee t	I
Strait as a pole an' cle n as a flower fro' 'ead to fee t	I
An' then I minded the fust kiss I gied 'er by Thursby thurn	D
Theer wur a lark a singin' 'is best of a Sunday at murn	D
Couldn't see 'im we 'e rd 'im a mountin' oop 'igher an' 'igher	O
An' then 'e turn'd to the sun an' 'e shined like a sparkle o' fire	O
'Doesn't tha see 'im ' she axes 'fur I can see 'im ' an' I	G
See d nobbut the smile o' the sun as danced in 'er pratty blue eye	G
An' I says 'I mun gie tha a kiss ' an' Sally says 'No thou mo nt '	-
But I gied 'er a kiss an' then anoother an' Sally says 'do nt '	-
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IX	K
An' when we coom'd into Mee tin' at fust she wur all in a tew	I
But arter we sing'd the 'ymn togither like birds on a beugh	Q
An' Muggins 'e pre ch'd o' Hell fire an' the loov o' God fur men	D
An' then upo' coomin' awa y Sally gied me a kiss ov 'ersen	D
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X	K
Heer wur a fall fro' a kiss to a kick like Sa tan as fell	B
Down out o' heaven i' hell fire thaw theer's naw drinkin' i' Hell	B
Me fur to kick our Sally as kep the wolf fro' the door	O
All along o' the drink fur I loov'd 'er as well as afoor	O
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XI	K
Sa like a gre t num cumpus I blubber'd awa y o' the bed	I
'We nt niver do it naw moor ' an' Sally loookt up an' she said	I
'I'll upowd it tha we nt thou'rt like the rest o' the men	D
Thou'll go sniffin' about the tap till tha does it ag an	D
Theer's thy hennemy man an' I knaws as knaws tha sa well	B
That if tha see s 'im an' smells 'im tha'll foller 'im slick into Hell '	-
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XII	K
'Na y ' says I 'fur I we nt go sniffin' about the tap '	-
'We nt tha ' she says an' mysen I thowt i' mysen 'mayhap '	-
'No ' an' I started awa y like a shot an' down to the Hinn	D
An' I browt what tha see s stannin' theer yon big black bottle o' gin	D
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XIII	K
'That caps owt ' says Sally an' saw she begins to cry	O
But I puts it inter 'er 'ands an' I says to 'er 'Sally ' says I	O
'Stan' 'im theer i' the na me o' the Lord an' the power ov 'is Gra ce	K
Stan' 'im theer fur I'll loo k my hennemy strait i' the fa ce	K
Stan' 'im theer i' the winder an' let ma loo k at 'im then	D
'E see ms naw moor nor watter an' 'e's the Divil's o n sen '	-
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XIV	G
An' I wur down i' tha mouth couldn't do naw work an' all	E
Nasty an' snaggy an' sha ky an' poonch'd my 'and wi' the hawl	E
But she wur a power o' coomfut an' sattled 'ersen o' my knee	K
An' co xd an' coodled me oop till age n I feel'd mysen free	K
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XV	G
An' Sally she tell'd it about an' fo lk stood a gawmin' in	D
As thaw it wur summat bewitch'd istead of a quart o' gin	D
An' some on 'em said it wur watter an' I wur chousin' the wife	G
Fur I couldn't 'owd 'ands off gin wur it nobbut to sa ve my life	G
An' blacksmith 'e strips me the thick ov 'is airm an' 'e shaws it to me	K
Fee l thou this thou can't graw this upo' watter ' says he	K
An' Doctor 'e calls o' Sunday an' just as candles was lit	I
'Thou mo nt do it ' he says 'tha mun break 'im off bit by bit '	-
'Thou'rt but a Methody man ' says Parson and la ys down 'is 'at	I
An' 'e points to the bottle o' gin 'but I respeeks tha fur that '	-
An' Squire his o n very sen walks down fro' the 'All to see	K
An' 'e spanks 'is 'and into mine 'fur I respecks tha ' says 'e	R
An' coostom age n draw'd in like a wind fro' far an' wide	I
And browt me the boo ts to be cobbled fro' hafe the coontryside	I
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XVI	G
An' theer 'e stans an' theer 'e shall stan to my dying da y	-
I 'a gotten to loov 'im age n in anoother kind of a wa y	-
Proud on 'im like my lad an' I kee ps 'im cle n an' bright	I
Loovs 'im an' roobs 'im an' doosts 'im an' puts 'im back i' the light	I
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XVII	G
Wouldn't a pint a' sarved as well as a quart Naw doubt	I
But I liked a bigger fetter to fight wi' an fowt it out	I
Fine an' meller 'e mun be by this if I cared to ta ste	I
But I mo nt my lad and I we nt fur I'd fe l mysen cle n disgra ced	I
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XVIII	G
An' once I said to the Missis 'My lass when I cooms to die	I
Smash the bottle to smithers the Divil's in 'im ' said I	I
But arter I cha nged my mind an' if Sally be left alo n	D
I'll hev 'im a buried wi'mma an' ta kt 'im afoor the Thro n	D
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XIX	K
Coom thou 'eer yon la dy a steppin along the stree t	I
Doesn't tha knaw 'er sa pratty an' fe t an' ne t an' swee t	I
Look at the clo ths on 'er back thebbe ammost spick span new	D
An' Tommy's fa ce be as fresh as a codlin wesh'd i' the dew	D
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XX	K
'Ere he our Sally an' Tommy an' we be a goin to dine	D
Ba con an' ta tes an' a beslings pud din' an' Adam's wine	D
But if tha wants ony grog tha mun go fur it down to the Hinn	D
Fur I we nt shed a drop on 'is blood no not fur Sally's o n kin	D

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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