Down By The Sally Gardens Roger Whittaker

It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree
But I was young and foolish, and 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 Gardens, my love and I did meet
She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree
But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree