菀婉流年

Down by the Sally Garden 
My love and I did meet 
She passed the Sally Garden 
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 did 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