No. 13 Little Sally Waters
A girl in the centre of the ring, seated, and covering her face with her hands. At the word “rise,” she chooses and salutes any one whom she pleases.
Little Sally Waters,
Sitting in the sun,
Crying and weeping,
For a young man.
Rise, Sally, rise,
Dry your weeping eyes,
Fly to the East,
Fly to the West,
Fly to the one you love best.
In the north of England the heroine’s name is Sally Walker:
Sally Walker, Sally Walker,
Come spring-time and love—
She’s lamenting, she’s lamenting,
All for her young man.
A ballad situation has been united with a dance-rhyme.