by W. B. Yeats with a traditional Irish melody
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 tree
Ah 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 wiers
Ah but I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears
She bid me take life easy as the grass grows on the wiers
Ah but I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears
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