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There was a rich lady, from London she came
Fine Sally, fine Sally, fine Sally her name
And she had more money than a king could possess
Her neatness and her beauty was worth all the rest

There was a young doctor who live-d nearby
And it was on this young maid he casted his eye
Controlled by her beauty, he held her most dear
He courted her truly one day, plus one year

One night as they pleasured he went to his knees
Crying, "Sally, oh Sally won't you marry me!"
She said, "I don't hate you Willie, nor no other man
But to say that I love you is more than I can."

He clumb on his horse and away he did speed
Sayin' "Sally, oh Sally, you'll pay for this deed!
I'll curse you Sally, all the rest of my days
I'll never forgive you for your lyin' ways!"

Fine Sally took sick, and she know-ed not why
Her chambers all thought that she surely would die
They called for the doctor for want of a cure
For her pain and her misery, they could not be endured
He come up to her room, to her bed he drew nigh
Her chambers they parted and moved to the side
"Is that you, dear Willie, my sight it grows dim
I fear for my present, and my future seems grim."

He said "Yes, I'm the doctor can cure or can kill
But to say I forgive you is more than I will."
"Then damn your soul, Willie, you can be on your way
For to beg you for mercy is not in my sway!"

From offen her fingers pulled diamonds ring three
She says "Here is my token to remember poor me
And as you dance on my grave sir, shed no tears for me
But remember, you're dancing on Sally, your queen."

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