Maura O'Connell - Down by the salley gardens

Down ^Gby the ^DSalley ^CGar^Gdens my ^Clove and ^DI did ^Gmeet She passed the ^DSalley ^CGar^Gdens with ^Clittle ^D7snow-white ^Gfeet She ^Embid me ^Ctake life ^Bmeasy, as the ^Cleaves grow ^Don the ^Gtrees ^Cbut ^GI, being ^Dyoung and ^Cfoo^Glish, with ^Cher I would ^D7not a^Ggree

In a field ^Dby the ^Cri^Gver my ^Clove and ^D7I did ^Gstand And on my ^Dleaning ^Cshoul^Gder she ^Cplaced her ^D7snow-white ^Ghand She ^Embid me ^Ctake love ^Bmeasy, as the ^Cgrass grows ^Don the ^Gweirs ^Cbut ^GI was ^Dyoung and^C fo^Golish, and^C now am^D full of^G tears

Down ^Gby the ^DSalley ^CGar^Gdens my ^Clove and ^DI did ^Gmeet She passed the ^DSalley ^CGar^Gdens with ^Clittle ^D7snow-white ^Gfeet She ^Embid me ^Ctake love ^Bmeasy, as the ^Cgrass grows ^Don the ^Gweirs ^Cbut ^GI was ^Dyoung and^C fo^Golish, and^C now am^D full of^G tears