Crazy Sally!

Hark! what sound fills yonder valley?
'Tis the tone of Woe. Ha! that voice I know
Sure 'tis crazy Sally singing soft and slow.
'Haste O my love, prithee haste away!
The guests are come, hurry hurry home,
For this my love is our wedding day!'
How the sound rings thro' the valley
Well that voice I know sadly tun'd to woe
'Tis poor crazy Sally, singing soft and slow.

They may say he's wed, but I know he's dead
And throughout the valley shall forsaken Sally
Seek him here and there for I'll not despair
They may tell me I am mad, but I'm sure I'm only sad,
A lovelorn Maid, by a faithless Swain betray'd.
O! I'll haste to leave the valley,
For alas! I know on that child of woe,
Wand'ring, crazy Sally none can aid bestow.