Down by the Salley Gardens

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.