



| 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 |
| Modern and Traditional Folk Music |