Sally and the Drover

Comes now the cowpoke, along with his pay
The drive to Fort Worth is now over
He heads to the bar; it’s the end of his day
And transforms to the rogue and the rover

Down at the end, he sees sweet Rosa Flynn
Perched on a stool with her legs hanging over
He buys her a drink and then one for him
There’s nothing as lonesome as a drover

The sour mash hits him and he winces a grin
While dreaming of the days of his youth
He knows they’re gone, he won’t live them again
Those days when character was truth

He lives now to ride, squeeze where she’s damp
For the truth now proves elusive
He buys another drink and one for the tramp
Smoothly he becomes quite effusive

“I once was a gentleman, one of good taste
And had friends the whole town over
I dined, not ate, spreading my waist
And no one would dare call me drover

Then I met Sally, the gal of my life
It wasn’t long that we talked of marriage
The day came soon; she was to be my wife
And I rode out for her in my carriage

But when I arrived ‘twas a note on her door
Saying she had left with a gambler
My misery was such that I fell on the floor
Since then I’ve been a drover and rambler”

Then the drover passed out, his head on the bar
Miss Rosa took his cash out his pocket
But this time she didn’t leave him ajar
Replacing his cash with a small silver locket

It was a picture of her when her name was Flynn
At the time she was known as Sweet Sally
She hoped he remembered her as she was then
Then she left him, feeling she couldn’t dally

Sweet Sally, Sweet Sally, girl of my dreams
It feels like you’ve been here it seems
Sweet Sally, Sweet Sally, lass of my past
Now this old drover can lie down at last