Down by the Salley Gardens
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 was 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'm full of tears.