| 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. |
| 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. |