Órla Fallon - Down by the sally gardens

Down ^Cby the ^GSally ^FGar^Cdens my ^Flove and ^GI did ^Cmeet She passed the ^GSally ^FGar^Cdens with ^Flittle ^Gsnow-white ^Cfeet ^G/BShe ^Ambid me ^Ftake love ^Gea^Csy, as the ^Fleaves grow ^Gon the ^Ctre^Fe__^C_ But I being ^Gyoung and ^Ffool^Cish, with ^Fher did ^Gnot a^Cgree

In a field ^Gby the ^Fri^Cver my ^Flove and ^GI did ^Cstand And on my ^Gleaning ^Fshoul^Cder she ^Flaid her ^Gsnow-white ^Chand ^G/BShe ^Ambid me ^Ftake life ^Gea^Csy as the g^Frass grows ^Gon the ^Cwei^Fr__^C_ But I was ^Gyoung and ^Ffool^Cish and ^Fnow I am ^Gfull of ^Ctears

Down ^Cby the ^GSally ^FGar^Cdens my ^Flove and ^GI did ^Cmeet She passed the ^GSally ^FGar^Cdens with ^Flittle ^Gsnow-white ^Cfeet ^G/BShe ^Ambid me ^Ftake love ^Gea^Csy, as the ^Fleaves grow ^Gon the ^Ctre^Fe__^C_ But I being ^Gyoung and ^Ffool^Cish, with ^Fher would ^Gnot a^Cgree