Down
by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens
with little snow-whitfeet. 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.
