Sally Gardens

    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 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.


    W.B.Yeats, 1889