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 Story of Sinful Sally. 
 
 TOLD BY HERSELF, 
 
 •SHE.WI N G 
 
 How from being Sally of the Green fne was Srft led 
 to become Sinful Sally, and afterwards Dr u \ ken 
 Sal, and how at laft (lie came to a mo ft melancho 
 and almoft hopelefs End ; being therein a Warning to 
 all young Women both in Town and Country. 
 
 told by J. MARSHALL, 
 
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THE 
 
 STORT of SINFUL SALLT. 
 
 f^OME each maiden lend an ear, 
 
 Country Lafs and London Belle"! 
 Come and drop a mournful tear 
 O'er the tale that I fhall tell! 
 
 I that afk your tender, pity, 
 Ruin'd now and all forlorn, 
 
 Once, like you, was young and pretty. 
 And as cheerful as the morn. 
 
 In yon diftant Cottage fitting, 
 Far away from London town, 
 
 Once you might have feen me knitting 
 In my fimple Kerfey Gown. 
 
 Where the little lambkins leap, 
 Where the meadows look fo gay 3 
 
 Where the drooping willows weep 2 
 Simple Sally ufed to ftray. 
 
 
 
 
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 Then I tafted many a Bleffing, : 
 
 Then I had an honed fame; 
 Father Mother me care-fling, 
 
 Smil'd, and thought me free from blame 
 
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 Then, amid my friends fo dear. 
 Life it fpeeded faft away ; 
 
 O, it moves a tender tear, 
 To bethink me of the day ! 
 
 From the villages furrounding, 
 
 Ere I well had reach'd Eighteen, j 
 
 Came the modeft youths abounding, 
 All to Sally of the Green, 
 
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 Courting days were thus beginning, 
 And I foon had prov'd a wife ; 
 
 O! if I had kept from finning, 
 Now how bleft had been my life. 
 
 Come eack maiden lend an ear, 
 Country Lafs and London Belle ! 
 
 Come ye now and deign to hear 
 How poor fmfui Sally fell. 
 
 Where the Hill begins inclining, 
 Half a furlong from the Road, 
 
 O'er the village white and fhining 
 Stands Sir William's great abode. 
 
 Near his meadow I was tripping, 
 Vainly wifhing to be feen, 
 
 When Sir William met me flapping, 
 A&d he fpoke me on . the Gree<u 
 
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 Bid me quit my cloak of fcarlet, 
 Blam'd my fimple Kerfey Gown ; 
 
 Ey'd me then, fo like a Varlet, 
 Such as live in London town. 
 
 With his prefents I was loaded. 
 And bedeck'd in ribbons gays 
 
 Thus my ruin was foreboded, 
 O, how crafty was his way J 
 
 VaniuYd now from Cottage lowly, 
 My poor Parents' hearts I break | 
 
 Enter on a ftate unholy, 
 
 Turn a Miftrefs to a Rake. 
 
 Now no more by morning light 
 Up to God my voice I raife ; 
 
 Now no fliadows of the night 
 
 Call my thoughts to prayer and praiiC; 
 
 Hark I a well-known found I hear ! 
 
 5 Tis the Church's Sunday Bell ; j 
 No; I dread to venture near: 
 
 No ; I'm now the Child of KelL 
 
 Now I lay my Bible by, 
 
 Chufe that impious book fo new? > • 
 L»ove the bold blafpheming lie, 
 ' And that filthy novel too, 
 
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 Next to London town I pafs 
 
 (Sinful Sally is my name) 
 There to gain a front of brafs, 
 'And to glory in my Shame* 
 
 Powder'd well, and pufY'd, and painted. 
 
 Rivals all I there oufc-fhine; 
 With fkin fo white and heart fo tainted, 
 
 Rolling in my Chariot fine. 
 
 In the Park I glitter daily, 
 Then I drefs me for the play, 
 
 Then to mafquerade fo gaily, 
 See me A fee me tear away. 
 
 When I meet fome meaner Lafs 
 Then I tofs with proud difdain ; 
 
 Laugh and giggle as I pafs, 
 Seeming not to know a pain. 
 
 Still at every hour of leifure 
 Something whifpers me within, 
 
 O ! I hate this life of pleafure, 
 For it is a Life of Sin. 
 
 Thus amidft my peals of laughter 
 Horror feizes oft my frame : 
 
 Pleafure now — Damnation after 5 
 And % never-dying flame, 
 
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 Save me, Save me, Lord, I cry. 
 
 Save my foul from Satan's chain ! 
 Now 1 fee Salvation nigh, 
 
 Now I turn, to Sin again. 
 
 Is it then fome true Repentance 
 That I feel for evil done ? 
 
 No ; 'tis horror of my fentence, 
 Tis the pangs of Hell begun. 
 
 By a thoufand ills o'ertaken 
 
 See me now quite finking down % 
 
 'Till fo loft and fo forfaken, 
 Sal is caft upon the town. 
 
 At the dufk of evening grey 
 Forth I ftep from fecret cell ; 
 
 Roaming like a beaft of prey, 
 Or fome hateful Imp of Hell. 
 
 Rh I how many youths fo blooming 
 By my wanton looks I've won ; 
 
 Then by vices all con fuming 
 Left them ruin'd and undone ! 
 
 Thus :ie cruel fpider ftretches 
 Wid^ his web for every fly ; 
 
 Then eac\h viclirn that he catches 
 Strait } & poifons till he die. 
 
 Now no ,nore by confcience troubled^ 
 Deep i plunge in every Sin ; 
 
 True; f : my forrows are redoubled,, 
 Bum I drown them all in Gin. 
 
 See me next with front fo daring 
 B^md of ruffian Rogues among ; 
 FigfyMting, cheating, drinking, fwearing$ 
 VAnd the vileit of the throng. 
 
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 Mark that youngefl of the thieves; 
 
 Taught by Sal he ventures further % 
 What he filches Sal receives, 
 
 Tis for Sal he does the murther. 
 
 See me then attend my victim 
 
 To the fatal Gallows Tree ; 
 Pleas'd to think how I have nick'd him. 
 
 Made him fwing while I am free. 
 
 Jack I laughing fee depart, 
 
 While with Dick I drink and fing ; 
 Soon again I'll fill the cart, 
 
 Make this prefent Lover fwing. 
 
 But while thus with guilt furprifing, 
 Sal purfues her bold career, 
 
 See God\s dreadful wrat'h arifing, 
 And the day of vengeance near ! 
 
 Fierce difeafe my body feizes, 
 Racking pain affiich my bones; 
 
 Dread of Death my fpirit freezes, 
 Deep and doleful are my groans, 
 
 Here with face fo fhrunk and fpotted 
 On the clay-cold ground I lie ; 
 
 See how all my flefli is rotted, 
 Stop, O Stranger, fee me die ! 
 
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 Confcience, as my breath's departing^ 
 Plunges too his arrow deep, 
 
 With redoubled fury darting 
 
 Like fome Giant from his fleep. 
 
 In this Pit of Ruin lying, 
 
 Once again before I die, 
 Fainting, trembling, weeping, fighing, 
 
 Lord to thee I'll lift mine eye, 
 
 Thou can'ft fave the vileft .Harlot, 
 Grace I've heard is free and full, 
 
 Sins that once were " red as fcarlet" 
 Thou can'ft make as white as wool. 
 
 Savior, whom I pierc'd fo often, 
 Deeper Hill my guilt imprint! 
 
 Let thy mighty Spirit foften 
 
 This my harden'd heart of flint. 
 
 Vain, alas ! is all my groaning, 
 For I fear the die is caft ; 
 
 True, thy blood is all-atoning, 
 But my day of Grace is paft. 
 
 Savior! hear me or I perifh ! 
 
 None who lives is quite undone ; 
 Still a Ray of Hope Til cherifh 
 
 'Till Eternity's begun. 
 
 THE END,