text: 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 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.
   