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.