Date:         Wed, 25 Oct 2000 08:01:38 +0100
From: Ted Hastings <ted@HASTINGS.NU>
To: IRTRAD-L@LISTSERV.HEANET.IE

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.