Down by the sally gardens my love and I did meet She crossed the sally gardens with her 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