On the banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play my love a tune
And in the middle of the tune-o she smiled and she said:
"Ah, Johnny, lovely Johnny won't ya leave me"
When I was a young lad 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 my love a tune
And in the middle of the tune-o she smiled and she said:
"Ah, Johnny, lovely Johnny won't ya leave me"
When I get married, 't'will be in the month of May
When the leaves are a-green and the meadows are a-gay
Me and me true love will engage in 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 my love a tune
And in the middle of the tune-o she smiled and she said:
"Ah, Johnny, lovely Johnny won't ya leave me"
Oh, now I am a runaway and soon I'll let them know
That I could take the bottle or I could 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 another
On the banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play my love a tune
And in the middle of the tune-o she smiled and she said:
"Ah, Johnny, lovely Johnny won't ya leave me"
On the banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
And I took out me fiddle for to play my love a tune
And in the middle of the tune-o she smiled and she said:
"Ah, Johnny, lovely Johnny won't ya leave me
Ara, Johnny, lovely Johnny won't ya leave me"
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