(A Sanitary Comic Song by S. Brett.)
Of all the girls in our town
There was none that suffered like Sally;
For Sal and her parents got broken down,
And with them, our alley.
Her mother sold sprats, and her father caught rats,
Round Holborn Hill and its valley;
And Sal sold mats and bought old hats,
When out she chose to sally. Chorus.
One unlucky night, the cats did afright,