The glance into my heart did glide (Heigho, the glide!), Therewith my soul was sharply gride. Such wounds some waxen wide; Hasting to wrench the arrow out (Heigho, Perigot!), I left the head in my heart-root: It was a desperate shot. Then it rankleth aye more and more (Heigho, the arrow!), Nor can I find salve for my sore-- Love is a cureless sorrow. And though my bale with death I bought (Heigho, heavy cheer!) Yet should this lass not from my thought, So you may buy gold too dear. But whether in painful love I pine (Heigho, pinching pain!) Or thrive in wealth, she shall be mine. But if thou can her obtain, And if for graceless grief I die (Heigho, graceless grief!), Witness she slew me with her eye, Let thy folly be the preef (_sic_). And you that saw it, simple sheep (Heigho, the fair flock!), For prief thereof my death shall weep And moan with many a mock. So learn’d I love on a holy-eve (Heigho, holy-day!) That ever since my heart did grieve. Now endeth our roundelay. [Illustration: _SALLY IN OUR ALLEY A SONG by H. CAREY_ ] [Illustration] _SALLY IN OUR ALLEY._ Of all the girls that are so smart There’s none like pretty Sally: She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally: She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. 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; [Illustration] [Illustration] But sure such folks could ne’er beget So sweet a girl as Sally! 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; My master comes like any Turk, And bangs me most severely; But let him bang his bellyful, I’ll bear it all for Sally: She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] Of all the days that’s in the week I dearly love but one day, And that’s the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday; For then I’m drest all in my best To walk abroad with Sally: She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. [Illustration] My master carries me to church, And often am I blamed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named; I leave the church in sermon-time And slink away to Sally: She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.