’Ud down a man an’ use their boots;
An’ little Sally, screamin’ “Murder!”
With a face just like a sheet,
Rushed among the fightin’ herd, sir,
An’ fell down beneath their feet.
Trampled on, an’ crush’d, an’ moanin’,
They carried Sal out of the fight;
She lay a little while a groanin’,
An’ then she died the selfsame night.
An’ now they’re goin’ to bury Sally—