down by the sally gardens

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 life easy
as the leaves grow on the trees
but i being young and foolish
with her i don't agree

in a field by the river
my love and i did stand
and on my leaning shoulder
she laid her snow white hands
she bid me take life easy
as the grass grows on the eves
but i was young and foolish
and now am full of tears