Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She pa**ed the salley 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 would 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 gra** grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears