Sally Gardens

C G F C F G C

It was down by the Sally Gardens my love and I did meet.

G F C F G C

She passed the Sally Gardens with little snow white feet.

Em Am G C F C

She bid me take love easy as the leaves grow upon the tree,

G F C F G C

but I was young and foolish and with her did not agree.

In a field by a 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 I'm full of tears.

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The Pure Malt Songbook

David Fønsbo

2005-01-23T13:49:01