Down by the Sally Gardens

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet. She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She did me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree. But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a filed by the river my love and I did stand. And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snows-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs. But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears. Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet. She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She did me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree. But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree .