Down By The Sally Gardens - Méav

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

And with her did 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 love easy

As the grass grows on the weirs;

But I was young and foolish

And now am full of tears