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 grow on the tree
But I being young and foolish with her would 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