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Down by the Salley Gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the Salley 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 would not agree.
 
In a field by the 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 am full of tears.

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Now see my 'shadow' of this great poem, using both the metre

and the subject:  By the Waterfalls of Ilkley

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