Sally Doolally

This is the story of Sally Doolally A young maiden farmer from down in the valley She kept a keen eye out for Thomas McNally And dreamed of the day he would say, ‘Can we marry?’ Sally Doolally had once caught his eye When the hat that she wore was a stale apple pie She couldn’t find flowers to wear in her hair So she pinned a half eaten carrot in there Her lipstick was not anywhere to be found So she mashed up some beetroot and smeared it around Because her best dress was still hung on the line She wore an old curtain she’d coloured with wine Her shoes were worn out so she put on her feet Two old cardboard boxes to walk down the street She had no gold ring like girls wear in their nose Her bulls all had rings so she wore one of those She headed for town at a bit of a jog Attached to her waist by a rope was her dog In one hand she carried a frog in a jar And held in her teeth was a massive cigar She met an old friend and she told her it rankles That grandma’s old bloomers were draped round her ankles She took them while grandma was making a trifle And ‘LOOK!’ she hoped Thomas would like grandpa’s rifle The old friend said, ‘Thomas is mad about rabbits,’ So Sally could maybe exhibit their habits Her friend told her Thomas was down at the shops So Sally rushed off doing mad bunny hops She saw him and gave him a good humoured wink But did they get married… well what do you think? Turns out McNally was doolally too And so when invited they both said, ‘I do.’