Down By The Salley Garden

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 placed 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 Garden,
my love and I did meet.