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