Down by the Salley gardens,
My love and I did meet,
She passed the Salley gardens
With little Snow-white feet
she did 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 placed her snow white hand.
She bid me take life easy,
As the grass grows on the weirs,
But I was young and foolish,
And I now am full of tears