It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She passed the Sally Gardens
with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take life easy,
as the leaves grow up on the trees,
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree.
In a 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 upon the weirs
But I’ve been young and foolish,
and now am full of tears.
It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She passed the Sally Gardens
with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take life easy, as the leaves grow up on the trees,
But I was young and foolish,
and with her did not agree.
It was down by the Sally Gardens,
my love and I did meet.