Down By The Sally Gardens
It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.She crossed the Sally Gardens, with little snow-white feet.She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,But I was young and foolish, and with her I did not agree.
In a field down by the river, my love and I did standAnd upon my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand.She bid me to take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs,But I was young and foolish, and now I am full of tears.
Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.She bid me to take life easy, as the leaves blow on the tree,But I was young and foolish, and with her I did not agree.