Down By The Salley Gardens

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



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Writer(s): William Butler Yeats, Trad, Patrick Thomas Hawes
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