Down by the Salley Gardens - Maura O'Connell

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 did not agree

In the field down 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