Sally she’m the gal that I luv dearly,
Way! Sing Sally, Oh!
Sally she’m the gal that I spliced nearly,
Hilo, John Brown, stand te yer ground!
Sally she’m the gal that I spliced nearly,
Her lips is red an’ her hair is curly.
Sally-gal she’m a Badian beauty,
Sally-gal she’m always knows her dooty.
Sally-gal she’m a bright mulatter,
Pretty patty gal, but I cain’t git at ‘er
Stand to yer ground an’ we’ll walk ‘er up, boys,
Stand to yer ground an’ we’ll make some noise, boys.
Never mind the weather, boys, but keep yer legs tergether,
Haul away, me bully boys, an’ bust the chafin’ leather.
The mate goes around, boys, dingin’ an’ a-dangin’.
Fair land o’ Canaan soon ‘ll be a-showin’.
