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 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 i am full of tears.

She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,
But i being young and foolish, with her did not agree.

But i was young and foolish, and now i am full of tears.