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 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.