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Sally, They call me little Sal-ly, In London where
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:'m known full well, They call me little Sally
Now thus from town to town I stray,
Light hearted, free from sorrow,
And when I eat my meal to day,
I care not for to-morrow.
So ne'er again I'll London see,
But range each hill and valley,
Come, spend a trifle, sir, with me,
And think of little Sally.
MASONIC GLEE.
By mason's art th' aspiring dome
In various columns shall arise,
All climates are their native home,
Their godlike actions reach the skies,
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