| Lyrics: | Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name.
Sally, free and easy,
That should be her
name.
Took a sailor's lovin'
For a nursery game.
Oh, the heart she gave him
Was not
made of stone.
Oh, the heart she gave him
Was not made of stone.
It was sweet and
hollow
Like a honeycomb.
Think I'll wait till morning,
See the ensign down.
Think
I'll wait till sunrise,
See the ensign down.
See my coffin coming,
To my burial
groun'.
Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name.
Sally, free and easy,
That
should be her name.
Took a sailor's lovin',
For a nursery game. |
