lyrics W.B. 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