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 do 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