Down By the Sally Gardens
Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet,
She passed the Sally 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.
Gathering Mushrooms
Rising early out of bed across the fields I steered o
And o and I a woman I spied
A pretty fair maid appeared o
Her head was bare, I do declare
She had neither hat, nor feather on
And she stooped so low, given me to know
It was mushrooms she was gathering o
O gathering o
And she stooped so low, given me to know
It was mushrooms she was gathering o
Aye Fond Kiss
Aye fond kiss and then we sever
Aye farewell and then forever
Deep in heart–rung tears I’ll pledge thee
Warning sighs and groans I’ll wage thee
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