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Down in My Sally's Garden 
Down in My Sally's Garden 
Down in my Sally's 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."