| Down by the Sally gardens
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| My love and I did meet
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| She passed the Sally gardens
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| With little snow-white feet
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| She bid me talke love easy
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| As the leaves grow on the tree
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| But I being young and foolish
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| With her I did not agree
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| In a field down by the river
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| My love and I did stand
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| And on my leaning shoulder
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| She laid her snow-white hand
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| She bid me take life easy
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| As the grass grows on the wier
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| But I was young and foolish
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| And now I am full of tears
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| Farewell unto Lord Antrim’s groves
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| Likewise to the bleaching green
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| Where the linen cloth lies pure and white
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| And clear is the crystal stream
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| Where many’s the pleasant day I spent
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| But, alas, now they are o’er
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| Since the girl I love has banished me
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| Far, far from the Morrlough shore
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| Oh, I was young and foolish
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| And now I am full of tears |