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 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