The database did not have the words to a nice Irish song I heard at a local sing. Thought this one might be added as a companion to the database's version of "Sally's Garedn" and You Reambling Boys of Pleasure -- the themes are similar; wonder who was plagiaring who.

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.
^^^

Cheers,
Brian