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 the field down 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