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Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet. |
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She passed the Salley Gardens, with little snow-white feet. |
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She bid me take life easy, as the leaves grow 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 by the river, 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 love easy, as the grass grows on the weirs. |
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But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. |
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Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet. |
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She passes the Salley Gardens, with little snow-white feet. |
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She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees. |
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But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears |
