Rosalind Mcallister Sally Gardens
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.
