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THE RICH LADY (PRETTY SALLY OF LONDON; A BRAVE IRISH LADY) Sung by: Mr. and Mrs. Berry Sutterfield Recorded in Big Flat, AR 8/20/59 Click here to listen to the original recording While I draw my breath, But I'll dance on your grave When you're cold in the earth." She pulled from her fingers Gold, diamonds, rings three, Saying, "Wear these rings, William, While you're dancing on me." "Oh, yes, I will, Sally; Rejoicing I'll be, When I think of the rich girl Who once died for me." "Farewell to my father And all my best friends. Farewell to sweet William-- God make him repent. I can freely forgive him, Although he won't me. My follies ten thousand Times over I see." Now Sally is dead, As we may all suppose, And with her best friend She left her fine clothes. She took up her lodging In the banks of cold clay. Her red rosy lips Are a-moldering away. Also found in Randolph, Vol. I, #40, "Pretty Sally of London"; Belden, p. 111, "A Brave Irish Lady." |
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