Oh! Sally Brown, she's a bright mulatter,
Ch: Way-ay roll an' go!
She drinks rum an' chaws terbacker,
Ch: Spend my money on Sally Brown!
Sally lives on the old plantation,
She is a daughter of the Wild Goose Nation.
Seven long years I courted Sally,
But all she did was dilly-dally.
Sally Brown, what is the matter?
Pretty gal, but can't git at her.
I call her my ol' Queen o' Faces,
Bought her coral beads and laces.
Sally Brown I took a notion,
To sail across the flamin' ocean.
I shipped away in a New Bedford whaler.
When I got back she was courtin' a tailor.
Now me troubles they are over,
Sally's married to a big, black soger.
O Sally Brown of New York City,
Ch: Ay ay, roll and go;
O Sally Brown of New York City,
Ch: I'll spend my money on Sally Brown.
O Sally Brown, you are very pretty,
Ch: Ay ay, roll and go;
O Sally Brown, you are very pretty,
Ch: I'll spend my money on Sally Brown.
Your cheeks are red, your hair is golden,
Ch: Ay ay, roll and go;
Your cheeks are red, your hair is golden,
Ch: I'll spend my money on Sally Brown.