Words by Yeats
Down by the Sally Gardens
My love and I did meet
She passed the Sally Gardens
On little snow-white feet
She bid me take life easy
As the leaves grow on the trees
But I being young and foolish
With her did not agree
In a field down by the river
My love and I did stand
And on my grieving shoulder
She placed her snow-white hand
She bid me take love easy
As the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish
And now I am full of tears