Brett Burnham
formerly of Bath, Maine
(now living in Guam) |
Sally free and easy!
That should be her name;
Sally free and easy!
That should be her name.
Took a sailor's loving
For a nurs'ry game.
Well, the heart she gave me
Wasn't made of stone;
No, the heart she gave me
Wasn't made of stone;
It was sweet and hollow
Like a honeycomb.
Think I'll wait till sunset,
See the ensign down;
Yes, I'll wait till sunset,
See the ensign down;
Then I'll take the tideway
To my burial ground.
Sally free and easy!
That should be her name;
Sally free and easy!
That should be her name.
When my body's landed
Hope she dies of shame.
(Cyril Tawney, copyright 1968,
used with permission)
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