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SALLY, COME UP! A POPLAR SONG. SUNG BY "BUCKLEYS' SERENADERS." ARRANGED BY FRANK WILDER. ALLEGRETTO. Price 10cts. 1. Massa's gone to town to de news to hear. And he has left de o-ver-seer, To look to all de Niggers here, WHile I make lub to Sally. She's such a belle, A real dark swell, She dress so slick and look so well, Dar's not a gal like Sally! Sally, come up! oh, Sally go down! Sally, come twist your heel around; De old man he's gone down to town, Oh, Sally, come down the middle!
2. Last Monday night I gave a ball, And I in-vite the Niggers all, The thick, the thin, the short, the tall, But non came up to Sally! And at the ball, She did lick'em all, Black Sal was de fairest gal of all My lub-ly, charming Sally! Sally, come up! oh, Sally go down! Sally, come twist your heel around; De old man he's gone down to town, Oh, Sally, come down the middle!
3. De fiddle was played by Pompey Jones, Un-cle Ned he shook de bones Jow play'd on de pine-stick stones; But dey couldn't play to Sally! Old Dan Roe, Play'd on the ole banjo, Ginger Blue de big drum blew; But he couldn't blow like Sally! Sally, come up! oh, Sally go down! Sally, come twist your heel around; De old man he's gone down to town, Oh, Sally, come down the middle!
4. Dar was dat lub-ly gal, Miss Fan, Wid a face as broad as a frying-pan; But Sally's is as broad again, Dar's not a face like Sally's! She's got a foot To full out de beet, So broad, so long, as a gum-tree root, Such a foot has Sally! Sally, come up! oh, Sally go down! Sally, come twist your heel around; De old man he's gone down to town, Oh, Sally, come down the middle!
FIFTH VERSE. Sally can dance, Sally can sing. De cat chocker reel, and break down fling; Dar's not a gal like Sally: Tom, Sam, and Ned, Dey often wish me dead; To dem both all ree I said, Don't you wish you may get my Sally! Sally, come up, &c.
SIXTH VERSE. Sally has got a lubly nose, Flat across her face it grown; It sounds like tunder when it blows, Such a lubly nose has Sally! She can smell a rat, So mind what you're at; Its rader sharp although its flat, Is the lubly now ob Sally! Sally, come up, &c.
SEVENTH VERSE. De oder night I said to she, 'I'll hav you if you'll hab me,' 'All right,' says she, 'I do agree;' So I smash up wid Sally: She's rader dark, But quiet up to de mark; Neber was such a gal for a lark, Such a clipper girl was Sally! Sally, come up, &c.