Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree But I was young and foolish, 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 on the weirs But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet