| Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet.
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| She passed the Salley Gardens, with little snow-white feet.
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| She bid me take life easy, as the leaves grow on the trees.
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| But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.
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| In a field by the river, my love and I did stand.
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| And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.
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| She bid me take love easy, as the grass grows on the weirs.
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| But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
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| Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet.
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| She passes the Salley Gardens, with little snow-white feet.
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| She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees.
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| But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears |