| I’d had enough of the valley
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| So I took a walk down to Vincent street
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| Thinking there might be somebody
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| Hanging round there that i’d like to meet
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| But I walked round there for hours
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| And there was no one that I could see
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| No one but three gutter flowers
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| All singing «Oh pretty darling
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| Move on pretty darling»
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| So I went back to the valley
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| And there was still nothing there but weeds
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| And my girl long, tall Sally
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| Just said «Baby, it’s all free with me»
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| So I sailed out to the island
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| Lay on my back staring at the stars
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| And they all danced high above me
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| All singing «Oh pretty darling
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| Just go home pretty darling»
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| So I sailed back from the island
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| And I stood there now just skin and bones
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| Hoping to say «Hey Sally
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| Well come on then, let’s give it a go»
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| But Sally’d gone and got married
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| So I sat up in that house alone
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| Looking back out across the valley
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| And singing «Oh pretty darling
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| Why’d you run pretty darling?»
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| Oh pretty darling |