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 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 now am full of tears