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 tears.
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