Down By the Sally Gardens



Down by the sally garden,

Upon an ivy bush,

At morning and at twilight,

There sings a sweet song thrush.



His notes come clearly ringing,

And tidings to me tell,

And oh, l know already

My Sally loves me well .



l kissed her milk-white features

One silv'ry eve of May;

She whispered, "Won't you wander

Until the close of day?"

We wandered in her garden,

The flowers were wet with dew,

I saw the love-light beaming

In her fond eyes of blue.



Down in my Sally's garden,

Where snowy hawthorns blow,

My heart became love-weary

When I at last must go.



The bloom was on the hawthorn

That night l said farewell;

l left my SaIIy weeping

Down by an ivied dell.

From Songs of the People, Sam Henry

Note: This may -- or may not -- have been the original of Yeat's

poem; there's a closer fit in a song called "The Rambling Boys

of Pleasure."

See also SALLYGRD

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