Hazel Whyte
Sally Free And Easy
Scottish Songs and Celtic Ballads
Sally Free And Easy

(Cyril Tawney)


Sally free and easy,
That should be her name
Took a sailor's loving
For a nursery game

Oh the love she gave me
Was not made of stone
It was sweet and hollow
Like a honey comb

Think I'll wait till sunset,
Watch the ensign down
Then I'll take the tide wale
To my burying ground

Sally free and easy,
That should be her name
When my body's lifted
Think she'll die of shame

Sally free and easy
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