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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 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.
Near his meadow I was tripping,

Vainly wishing to be seen,
When Sir William met me skipping,
And he spoke me on the Green.


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

my shame.


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.
Thus amidst my peals of laughter

Horror seizes oft my frame;
Pleasure now-Damnation after,

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.
Is it then some true repentance

That I feel for evil done?
No; 'tis horror of my sentence,
'Tis the pangs of hell begun.


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;
Roaming like a beast of prey,

Or some hateful imp of hell.
Ab! how many youths so bloomin

By my wanton looks I've won;
Then by vices all consuming

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.
Mark that youngest of the thieves;

Taught by Sal he ventures further;
What he folches Sal receives,
Tis for Sal he does the murther.


See me then attend my victim

To the fatal gallows tree;
Pleas'd to think how I have nick'd him,

Made him swing while I am free.
Jack I laughing see depart,

While with Dick I drink and sing; Soon again I'll fill the cart,

Make this present lover swing.
But while thus with guilt surprising,

Sal pursues her bold career,
See God's dreadful wrath arising,.

And the day of vengeance near!
Fierce disease my body seizes,

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
In this pit of ruin lying,

Once again before I die,
Fainting, treinbling, weeping, sighing,
Lord, to thee I'll lift mine eye:


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