R. Clarke: Down by the Salley 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 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