Down by the salley gardens My love and I did meet I passed the salley gardens So gently on my feet I bid him take love easy As the leaves grow on the tree But he being young and foolish With me not want agree In a field down by the river My love and I did stand And on his leaning shoulder I gently laid my hand I bid him take life easy As the grass grows on the weirs But he was young and foolish And now he is full of tears Down by the salley gardens My love and I did meet I passed the salley gardens So gently on my feet I bid him take love easy As the leaves grow on the tree But he being young and foolish With me he not want agree