(by Cyril Tawney) 



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

Though the heart she gave me,| 
Was not made of stone,       |(2X) 
It was sweet and hollow, 
Like a honey comb, 

Think I'll wait till sunset,| 
See the ensign down,        |(2X) 
Then I'll take the tideway, 
To my buryin' groun', 

Sally, free and easy,   |
That should be her name,|(2X) 
When my body's landed, 
Hope she dies of shame.