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 would not agree.
In a filed by the river my love and I did stand.
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snows-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs.
But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears.
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 would not agree .