Here's a really beautiful song that often my dad's bluegrass band, "The Cabin Fever String Band" will play. The rule seems to be if a bluegrass song is really beautiful, it tends to be about someone being murdered or dead. Can you figure out what's going on in this song? I have my guesses, but I don't know. Oh, the lyrics are actually a Yeats poem apparently.

SALLY GARDEN
Down by the Sally garden, my love and I did meet,
She passed the Sally garden, 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 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 garden, my love and I did meet,
She passed the Sally garden, 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 did not agree.