(lyrics WB Yeats/traditional air "Maids of Mourne Shore")
Down by the Sally Gardens
My love and I did meet
She passed the Sally Gardens
With little snow-white feet
She bid me to take love easy
As the leaves grow on the trees,
But I, being young and foolish,
With her would not agree
In the fields by the river
My love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder
She laid her snow-white hands
She bid me to take life easy,
As the grass grows on the weirs,
But I was young and foolish
And now I am full of tears