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 did 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 take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs
but I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears...