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O when I was young and boyish and me mind was full of glee,
I roved about through several parts when every care was free;
When I became a sporting youth my trouble it began -
And I fell head 'n' heels in love with charming Sally Ann.
O the first time that I met her it being to a good ol' spree -
Sometimes I looked at Sally Ann, each time she winked at me;
And when I looked at Sally I was crazy as a span!
I was crazy as a bed-bug for my charming Sally Ann.
O the next time that I met her it was to her father's door -
I conversed with her mother for a full long hour or more;
When up speaks Sally's mother saying: 'I'll do what I can
For to bring you on condolence with my daughter Sally Ann.'
O I went up next evening the old folks were not in -
I saw so many forms that it almost made me grin;
Sally Ann was frying sausingers for Bob, the butcher's man,
So I asked the inclination of my charming Sally Ann.
O Sally in a passion flew saying: 'Boy, what do you mean?'
I said: 'My handsome Sally, I'm not altogether green!'
She says: 'You made a promise and you're in this trap, young man -
So come leave my house, you savage!' cried my charming Sally Ann.
O I asked her for my jewelry that I had given her.
Quite angry she looked at me, like a wildcat she did purr;
When Sally in a passion flew and whipped the frying pan,
And she knocked me hipsy tipsy! She's my charming Sally Ann.
O I met a policeman on the road, my story I did tell -
I gave him a silver dollar and it seemed to please him well;
I took him back to Sally's house and o'er the place he ran -
But the devil a fragment could he find of charming Sally Ann.
O the old man he came home from work and my story I did tell,
That Sally Ann was runned away with Bob the butcher's man;
The old man he swore he'd have the life out of the butcher's man,
The old woman she swore vengeance on her daughter Sally Ann.
O the old man in a passion whipped his good ol' span of grey,
He whipped his horse and swore an oath in a good old-fashioned way;
And right ahead he spied them driving a splendid span -
'Twas very soon he overtook his daughter Sally Ann.
O the old man in a passion he drove in a foreign swathe,
And with a shot they all swung out, they went head over heels;
Their heads was in the ashes and their heels was in the sand,
And three somersaults we got of them before they reached the land.
O the policeman in the scrummage he got a broken thigh -
The old man with the cudgeler hooked out the butcher's eye;
'Twas Sally and her mother tore their hair from hand to hand,
But she couldn't hold a candle to her daughter Sally Ann.
We took them up as prisoners and marched them back to town,
Where I got my gold watch again and also fifty pound;
Where I got all my jewelry, wasn't I a smart young man?
So here's good-bye without a sigh to charming Sally Ann!
