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SALLY GARDENS (Words: W. B. Yeats, 1889. Tune: Maids of the Mourne Shore, Trad.) 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 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. 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. @love @courtship @Irish filename[ SALLYGRD TUNE FILE: SALLYGRD CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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