The Banks of the RosesOn the Banks of the Roses my love and I sat down And I took out my fiddle for to play my love a tune In the middle of the tune oh she smiled and she said Oh my Johnny lovely Johnny don't you leave me When I was a young lad I heard my father say That he'd rather see me dead and be buried in the clay Sooner than be married and a rovin' runaway By the lovely sweet Banks of the Roses Chorus Well now I am a runaway and sure I'll let them know That I can take the bottle or can leave it alone And if her Daddy doesn't like me he can keep his daughter home And young Johnny will go rovin' with another Chorus 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 me and my true love will sit and sport and play By the lovely sweet Banks of the Roses Chorus x 2 (last line slow) |