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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 up on the tree, but I was young and foolish and with her did not agree. |
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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 was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. |
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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 up on the tree, but I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree. |
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