Down by the Salley Gardens
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 would not agree.
In a field 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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