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 I am full of tears.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I being young and foolish, with her would not agree. But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears.
