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It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet. |
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She crossed the Sally Gardens, with little snow-white feet. |
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She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves grow on the tree, |
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But I was young and foolish, and her with I did not agree. |
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It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did stand |
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And upon my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand. |
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She bid me to 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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She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves blow on the tree, |
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But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears. |
