Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,

But I was young and foolish, with her did not agree.

In a field down 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 weirs

But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet.