Down By The Salley Gardens

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.She bid me tale love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;But I, beeing 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.