Down by the salley garden My love and I did meet She passed the salley garden with little snow-white feet she bid me take love easy as the leaves grow on the tre 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