Down by the Sally Gardens
My love and I did meet
She passed the Sally Gardens
With little snow white feet
She bid me to take life easy
As the leaves grow on the trees
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 placed her snow white hand
She bid me to take life easy
As the grass grow on the weirs
But I was young and foolish
And now I am full of tears

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