Sally Gardens
(Words: W B Yeats, 1889 Tune: Maids of the Mourne Shore, Trad)

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

@love @courtship @Irish
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