On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
And in the middle of the tune o-she sighed and she said
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny don't you leave me
When I was a young boy I heard me 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 me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
And in the middle of the tune o-she sighed and she said
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny don't you leave me
And then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know
That I can take a bottle or leave it alone
And if her daddy doesn't like it he can keep his daughter
at home
And young Johnny will go rovin with some other
On the banks of the roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
And in the middle of the tune o-she sighed and she said
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny don't 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 we'll sit and sport and play
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses
On the banks of the roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
And in the middle of the tune o-she sighed and she said
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny don't you leave me