Down by the Sally Gardens

Down by the selley gardens
My love and I did meet
She passed the selley 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 down by the river
My love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder
She laid 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 I'm full of tears