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Then I tasted many a blessing,
Then I had an honest fame; Father, mother, me caressing,
Smild, and thought me free from blame. Then amid my friends so dear,
Life it speeded fast away; O, it moves a tender tear,
To bethink.me of the day, From the villages surrounding,
Ere I well had reach'd eighteen, Came the modest youths abounding,
All to Sally of the Green. Courting days were thus beginning,
And I soon had prov'd a wife; O! if I had kept from sinning,
Now how blest had been my life. Come each maiden lend an ear,
Country lass and London belle ! Come ye now and deign to hear How
poor Sinful Sally fell. Where the hill begins inclining,
Half a furlong from the road, O'er the village white and shining,
Stands Sir William's great abode.
Vainly wishing to be seen,
Bid me quit my cloak of scarlet,
Blam'd my simple kersey gown; Ey'd me then, so like a varlet,
Such as live in London town. With his presents I was loaded,
And bedeck'd in ribbons gay; Thus my ruin was foreboded,
O, how crafty was his way. Vanish'd now from cottage lowly,
My poor parents' hearts I break; Enter on a state unholy,
Turn a mistress to a rake. Now no more by morning light
Up to God my voice I raise; Now no shadows of the night
Call my thoughts to prayer and praise. Hark! a well known sound I hear,
'Tis the Church's Sunday bell; No; I dread to venture near;
No, I'm now the child of hell. Now I lay my Bible by,
Chuse that impious book so new, Love the bold blaspheming lie,
And that filthy novel too. Next to London town I pass,
(Sinful Sally is my name) There to gain a front of brass, And to glory in
Powder'd well, and puff’d, and painted,
Rivals all I there outshine : With skin so white and heart so tainted,
Rolling in my chariot fine. In the Park I glitter daily,
Then I dress me for the play, Then to masquerade so gaily,
See me, see me tear away. When I meet some meaner lass,
Then I toss with proud disdain; Laugh and giggle as I pass,
Seeming not to know a pair. Sțill at every hour of leisure
Something whispers me within, •O! I hate this life of pleasure,
For it is a life of sin.
Horror seizes oft my frame;
And a never-dying flame. "Save me, save me, Lord,' I cry,
• Save my soul from Satan's chain, Now I see salvation nigh,
Now I turn to sin again.
That I feel for evil done?
By a thousand ills o'ertaken,
See me now quite sinking down; Tili so lost and so forsaken,
Sal is cast upon the town. At the dusk of evening grey
Forth I step froni secret cell;
Or some hateful imp of hell.
By my wanton looks I've won;
Left them ruin'd and undone. Thus the cruel spider stretches
Wide his web for every fly; Then each victim that he catches
Strait he poisons till he die. Now more by conscience troubled,
Deep I plunge in every sin ; True; my sorrows are redoubled,
But I drown them all in gin. See me next with front so daring
Band of ruffian rogues among; Fighting, cheating, drinking, swearing,
And the vilest of the throng.
Taught by Sal he ventures further;
See me then attend my victim
To the fatal gallows tree;
Made him swing while I am free.
While with Dick I drink and sing; Soon again I'll fill the cart,
Make this present lover swing.
Sal pursues her bold career,
And the day of vengeance near!
Racking pain afflicts my bones; Dread of death my spirit freezes,
Deep and doleful are my groans. Here with face so shrunk and spotted
On the clay-cold ground flies See how all my flesh is rotted,
Stop, O stranger, see me die! Conscience, as my breath's departing,
Plunges too his arrow deep, With redoubled fury starting
Like some giant from his sleep
Once again before I die,