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， 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.