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
All the loving that she gave to me was not made of stone
All the loving that she gave to me was not made of stone
It was sweet and hollow like the honeycomb
Think I'll wait till sunset, see the ensign down
Think I'll wait till sunset, see the ensign down
Then I'll take the tideway to my burying ground
Sally free and easy, that should be her name
Sally free and easy, that should be her name
When my body's landed, hope she dies of shame
Cyril Tawney