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Down by the salley gardens, my love and I did meet
She passed the salley gardens with little snow- white feel
She bid me to take love easy as the leaves grow on the trees
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 to take life easy as the grass grows on the nears
Out I was young and foolish and now I an full of tears……..