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.