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 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 grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish,
  and now am full of tears.

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