| Now I’m most depressed and sad
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| Where I once was blithe and glad,
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| I could trip about the town
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| Both trim and neatly,
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| I was happy night and morn
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| But from all such joys I’m shorn,
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| Since I fell so deep in love
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| With Sally Wheatley.
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| And it’s oh dear me what am I gonna dae,
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| Sally’s stole away me heart completely,
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| And I’ll never get it back
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| For she gans with Mr. Black,
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| And they say he’s goin' to marry Sally Wheatley.
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| Now I never saw such a lass
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| And I know she likes her glass,
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| She could toss a pot of whiskey over neatly,
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| Now it’s right to take a drop
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| When you know just when to stop,
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| That was just the very way with Sally Wheatley.
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| How I felt I didn’t knaw
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| The first time I Sally saw,
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| In a threesome reel
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| She hopped about so neatly,
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| Well I might’ve had a chance
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| If I’d asked her up to dance,
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| But I was over shy to speak
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| To Sally Wheatley.
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| Now he must have made it right
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| When he took her home that night,
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| 'Cos after work dressed up
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| He goes to see her nightly,
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| There’s great danger in delay |