Sally Gardens

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It was down by the sally gardens, my love and I did meet
She passed the sally 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 a 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 as young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Down by the sally gardens, my love and I did meet
She passed the sally 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.

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