| It was down by the Sally Gardens, 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 take life easy,
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| as the leaves grow up 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 down by the river,
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| 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 life easy,
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| as the grass grows upon the weirs
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| But I’ve been young and foolish,
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| and now am full of tears.
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| It was down by the Sally Gardens, 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 take life easy, as the leaves grow up on the trees,
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| But I was young and foolish,
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| and with her did not agree.
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| It was down by the Sally Gardens,
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| my love and I
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| did meet. |