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 trees, But I've been young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river, my love and I did stand And on the 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.
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 trees, But I've been young and foolish, with her would not agree.