It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet. She crossed the Sally Gardens, with little snow-white feet. She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves grow upon the trees, But I being young and foolish with her I did not agree.
In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves grow upon the trees, But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears.
It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet. She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves grow upon the tree, But I was young and foolish, and with her I did not agree.