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.