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 love easy As the leaves grow on the tree But I, being young and foolish With her did 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 weir 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 passed the Sally 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 did not agree . . .