The Sally Gardens

Down by the Sally Gardens my love and I did meet
She passed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet
She bid me take life 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 be take love easy as the grass grows on the weirsBut I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears