Sally Ann

Ride the buggy, yes I am,
Ride the buggy, Sally Ann.

Greenback dollar!
Greenback dollar: good as gold.

Sift the meal and save the bran.
The old cow needs it, Sally Ann.

Sally’s in the garden sifting sand;
Susan’s in the bed with the hogeye man.
I’m going home with Sally Ann,
You go home with who you can.

Who in the world, in the doggone nation,
Is throwing them rocks at me?
All them rocks, all them rocks,
All them rocks at me.