Down by the Salley Gardens

Irish, poem partially by William Butler Yeats

It was down by the Salley Gardens,
My love and I did meet.
She passed by the Salley Gardens
On 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.

It was down by the Salley Gardens,
My love and I did stand
She placed upon my shoulder,
A little 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.