Sung by: Mr. and Mrs. Berry Sutterfield
Recorded in Big Flat, AR 8/20/59

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"Oh, no, I won't, Sally,
While I draw my breath,
But I'll dance on your grave
When you're cold in the earth."

She pulled from her fingers
Gold, diamonds, rings three,
Saying, "Wear these rings, William,
While you're dancing on me."
"Oh, yes, I will, Sally;
Rejoicing I'll be,
When I think of the rich girl
Who once died for me."

"Farewell to my father
And all my best friends.
Farewell to sweet William--
God make him repent.
I can freely forgive him,
Although he won't me.
My follies ten thousand
Times over I see."

Now Sally is dead,
As we may all suppose,
And with her best friend
She left her fine clothes.
She took up her lodging
In the banks of cold clay.
Her red rosy lips
Are a-moldering away.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #40, "Pretty Sally of London"; Belden, p. 111, "A Brave Irish Lady."

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