Down By The Salley Gardens

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 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 to 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 bid me take love easy as the leaves grow on the tree but I, being young and foolish with her not agree