Down by the Sally garden, my love and I did meet,
She passed the Sally garden, 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 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 garden, my love and I did meet,
She passed the Sally garden, 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.