O.K so do you want some bad treatment...This is what I did to "The Sally Gardens" and was jeered at when I sung it in the presence of a lover of the song.


It was down by the Sadly Gardens, my love and I did meet,
As she crossed the Sadly Gardens, with bad breath- and smelly feet.
The odour was so ran--cid, I could smell her from the pa--rk bench,
Her best friend never told her, she had such an awful stench.

In a field down by the river, my fat love raised her arms,
Three inches of hair in her armpits, did not add to her charms.
Tattoos all over her body, made her look much worse than weird,
And the warts on her nose and earlobes, drew my eyes from off her beard.

It was down by the Sadly Gardens, my love and I did meet,
As she crossed the Sadly Gardens, with bad breath- and smelly feet.
I would not want any another, so no oth--er wi-ll I find,
She is hairy and smelly and ugly, but we all know love is blind.

Version by Mike Hill Nov 2006