The Sally Gardens

Down by the Sally gardens my love and I did meet,
She passed the Sally 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 did not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she placed 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.

-- A traditional Irish folksong