Down by the Salley Gardens my love and I did meet She passed the Salley Gardens with little snow white feet She bid me to take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees 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 placed her snow white hand She bid me to take life easy, as the grass grows on the weir But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears