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
And 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 love easy
As the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish
And now am full of tears