Down by the Sally Gardens

It was down by the Sally Gardens

My love and I did meet.

She crossed the Sally Gardens

With little snow-white feet.

She bid me to take life easy

As the leaves grow on the tree

But I was young and foolish

And with her I did not agree.

In a field down by the river

My love and I did stand

And upon my leaning shoulder

She laid her snow-white hand.

She bid me to take life easy

As the grass grows on the weirs

But I was young and foolish,

And now I am full of tears.

Down by the Sally Gardens

My love and I did meet.

She crossed the Sally Gardens

With little snow-white feet.

She bid me to take life easy

As the leaves grow on the tree

But I was young and foolish

And with her I did not agree.