Banks Of The Roses

On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down

And I took out me fiddle to play me love a tune

In the middle of the tune, o she sighed and she said

O Johnny, lovely Johnny, would you leave me

O when I was a young man, I heard my father say

That he'd rather see me dead and buried in the clay

Sooner than be married to any runaway

By the lovely sweet banks of the roses

On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down

And I took out me fiddle to play me love a tune

In the middle of the tune, o she sighed and she said

O Johnny, lovely Johnny, would you leave me

Well then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know

That I can take the bottle or leave it alone

And her Daddy that doesn't like it

he can keep his daughter home

And young Johnny will go roving with another

On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down

And I took out me fiddle to play me love a tune

In the middle of the tune, o she sighed and she said

O Johnny, lovely Johnny, would you leave me

And when I get married, t'will be in the month of May

When the leaves they are green and the meadows they are gay

And Me and me true love can sit and sport and play

On the lovely sweet banks of the roses

On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down

And I took out me fiddle to play me love a tune

In the middle of the tune, o she sighed and she said

O Johnny, lovely Johnny, would you leave me