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 the my learning shoulder she laid her show white hand.
She bid me take life easy,as the grass growns on the weirs;
But i was young and foolish,and now am full of tears.