She passed the salley gardens with little snow- white feet.
She bid me take love easy， as the leaves grow on the tree；
But I， being young and foolish， with her would not agree.
In a field 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.