Down by the Salley Gardens,

my love and I did meet.

She passed 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 did not agree.



In a field by the river,

my love and I did stand

And on my leaning shoulder,

she placed 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 Salley Garden,

my love and I did meet.