Down by the salley gardens my love and I meet;
She pass'd 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 learning 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 follish, and now am full of tears.
