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.