DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS

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 did 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.