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 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
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree