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SOURCE:parody of Sally in Our Alley from the
W Fahey Collection/ Australian Melodist No 21. Circa 1880
SITE SOURCE: Dance

SALLY IN THE BALLET

Of all the girls that are so smart
There’s none like pretty Sally;
She’s getting fifteen bob a week
For dancing in the ballet.
There is no lady in the land
On whom I’m sweet like Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley,

At seven each night she goes to work,
For little time’s allowed her
To seize her make-up box and jerk
On cheeks the paint and powder.
She’s pretty punctual, too, to time,
She leads the blooming ballet;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

Of all the days that’s in the week,
I dearly love but one day—
With no rehearsal, so to speak,
For Sally on the Sunday.
‘Tis then in my bell-bottomed pants
I walk abroad with Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

When Christmas comes about again,
My Sally, light and airy,
Will in a Melbourne pantomime
Come out strong as a fairy.
She’ll have to speak two lines or so,
And that not comic-ally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.

I study, Walter Bentley-like,
My object princi-pally
To be a Henry Irving, when
Twill be all up with Sally.
For then I’ll tell my tale of love-
Yes, then I’ll marry Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.