Sally Free and Easy
CYRIL TAWNEY
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 nursery game.
Though the heart she gave me,
Was not made of stone, [Repeat: x2]
It was sweet and hollow,
Like a honey comb,
Think I'll wait till sunset,
See the ensign down, [Repeat: x2]
Then I'll take the tideway,
To my burying ground,
Sally, free and easy,
That should be her name, [Repeat: x2]
When my body's landed,
Hope she dies of shame.