This catch gained a Catch Club prize medal in 1773. Sally Salisbury was a renowned prostitute in the first two decades of the eighteenth century; the revealed text in this catch adds to the risqué nature of the text.
This edition comprises a modern realisation, and a statement of the piece in its original specialised format.

Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer

Here, on her back but unactive at last,
Poor Sally lies under grim death;
Thro' the course of her vices she gallop'd so fast;
No wonder she's now out of breath.
To the goal of her pleasure she drove very hard,
But was tripp'd up e'er half-way she ran.
And tho' ev'ryone fancied her life was a yard,
Yet it prov'd to be less than a span.