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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 did me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree |
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But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree |
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In a filed by the river my love and I did stand |
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And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snows-white hand |
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She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs |
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But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears |
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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 did me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree |
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But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree |
