Then Mary! since nor gems, nor ore, Than glittering gems, a soul sincere : Who pays thy worth, must pay in love. [This very beautiful Song is printed with many variations. I have selected the most poetical for the text, instead of " then Mary" some read "O Silvia ?" It has been imputed to Gay ?] Of all the girls that are so smart, She is the darling of my heart, Her father he makes cabbage nets, And through the streets does cry 'em ; Her mother she sells laces long, To such as please to buy 'em: She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. When she is by, I leave my work, I love her so sincerely; Of all the days that's in the week, And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm drest in all my best, My master carries me to church, When Christmas comes about again, I wou'd it were ten thousand pound, She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master, and the neighbours all, But when my seven long years are out, O! then we'll wed, and then we'll bed, [Carey in the third Edition of his Poems published in 1729, before "the Ballad of Sally in our Alley" has placed this note : The Argument. "A vulgar error having long prevailed among many persons, who imagine Sally Salisbury the subject of this ballad, the Author begs leave to undeceive and assure them it has not the least allusion to her, he being a stranger to her very name at the time this Song was composed. For as innocence and virtue were ever the boundaries to his Muse, so in this little poem he had no other view than to set forth the beauty of a chaste and disinterested passion, even in the lowest class of human life. The real occasion was this: a Shoemaker's 'Prentice making holiday with his Sweetheart, treated her with a sight of Bedlam, the puppet-shews, the flying-chairs, and all the elegancies of Moor-fields: from whence proceeding to the Farthingpyc-house, he gave her a collation of buns, cheese-cakes, gammon of bacon, stuff'd beef, and bottled ale; through all which scenes the Author dodg'd them (charm'd with the simplicity of their courtship), from whence he drew this little sketch of nature; but being then young and obscure, he was very much ridiculed by some of his acquaintance for this performance; which nevertheless made its way into the polite world, and amply recompensed him by the applause of the divine Addison, who was pleased (more than once) to mention it with approbation," p. 127. This highly interesting note I have never seen added to any copy of the Song but that contained among the Author's works.] LOVE AND JEALOUSY. HARRY CAREY. Tho' cruel you seem to my pain, To me what a heaven 'twould be! Those lips which he touches in haste, Which over his shoulders you lay, Were I like a monarch to reign, LOVE ECSTATIC. HARRY CAREY. To be gazing on those charms, Is to be blest beyond compare! On that bosom to recline, While that hand is lock'd in mine, To be lov'd by one so fair, ["Honest Harry introduced this Song with a slight alteration, as a duet, in his little interlude of Nancy, or the Parting Lovers.' It appears however from his poems to have been written long before." RITSON.] LOVE'S A RIDDLE. HARRY CAREY. The flame of love assuages, But fiercer still it rages, Consenting makes it colder; And dangers make it sweet. |