| Lyrics: | 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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