Down by the Salley Gardens
William Butler Yeats, Traditional
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 life easy, as the leaves grow on the trees
But I was 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
Down by the Salley Gardens, my love and I did meet
She passes the Salley Gardens, with little snow-white feet
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears