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 did 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 tea
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