Down in the Salley Garden
Jon Mark, Traditional
Down by the salley gardens
My love and I did meet
She passed the salley gardens
With little snow white feet
She bid me take life easy
As the leaves grow on the trees
But I being young and foolish
With her did not agree
In a field by the river
My love and I did stand
And on my healing shoulder
She laid her snow white hand
She bid me take love easy
As the grass grows on the weeds
But I was young and foolish
And now I'm full of tears
Down by the salley gardens
My love and I did meet
She passed the salley gardens
With little snow white feet
She bid me take love easy
As the leaves grow on the trees
But I was young and foolish
And with her did not agree