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Down The Salley Gardens
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@@@C @@@G7@@F@C @@@ F@@@@G7@@C

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;

@ @C@@@@@G7@@@F@C@@@@@F@@@G7@@@@@C
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.

@@Am@@@F@@@@G7@C@ @@@@F@@@@@G7@@@@Am
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;

@C@@@@@G7@@@@F@@C@@@@@F@@@@@G7@@@C
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.


@@@C @@G7@@@F@C@@@F@@@@G7@@@C
In a field by the river@my love and I did stand,

@ @C@@@G7@@@F@@C@@@@ F@@@@G7@@@@@C
And on my leaning shoulder@she laid her snow-white hand.

@@Am@@@F@@@@G7@C@@@@@@F@@@@@G7@@@Am
She bid me take life easy,@as the grass grows on the weirs;

@C@@@@G7@@@@F@C@@@@@@F@@@G7@@@C
But I was young and foolish,@and now am full of tears.




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