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 life easy, as the leaves grow on the tree
But he being young and foolish with me would not agree

In a field down by the river my love and I did stand
And on his leaning shoulder I gently laid my head
I bid him take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs
But he was young and foolish, and now he's 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 life easy, as the leaves grow on the tree
But he being young and foolish with me would not agree