1. On the banks of the roses, My love and I sat down And I took out my violin To play my love a tune In the middle of the tune, Oh she sighed and she said Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, would you leave me. 2. Oh 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. |
3. Oh then I am no runaway And soon I'll let them know I can take a good glass Or leave it alone And the man that doesn't like me, He can keep his daughter home And young Johnny will go roving with another. 4. And if ever I get married, T'will be in the month of May When the leaves they are green And the meadows they are gay And I and my true love Can sit and sport and play On the lovely sweet banks of the roses. |
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