The Lily of our Valley

Once on a time, in Pontypool,

There lived a maid, all beautiful;

And every time she went abroad-

' Here comes our sweetest, lovely Sally!

Sally, the lily of our  valley!'

As sweet as any nut put by,

Selected by a squirrel's eye;

As pure as any drop of dew

A bird drinks, after looking through-

No wonder every voice cried 'Sally!

Sally, the Lily of our Valley!'