Down by the Sally gardens
                    My love and I did meet.
                           She passed the Sally gardens
                          With little snow-white feet.

                        She bid me take love easy
                                  As the leaves grows on the trees,
                             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.