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 would 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
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 would not agree