| 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. | |
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| In a field by the river my love and I did stand, | 5 |
| 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. | |