Down by the Sally garden
　　William Butler Yeats
Down by the Sally gardens my love and I did meet;
　　She passed the Sally gardens with little snow-white feet.
　　She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
　　But I being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field 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 I’m full of tears.