Down by the Salley Gardens

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;

[He] passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.

[He] bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;

But I, being young and foolish, with [him] would not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,

And on my leaning shoulder [he] laird [his] snow-white hand.

[He] bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;

But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Márcia making use of Yeats'.