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On
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 she sighed and she said
Dear
Johnny, lovely Johnny would you leave me
When
I was a younger one 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
Chorus:
Well
the I am the runaway and soon I let them know
That
I can take the bottle or can leave it alone
And
if her daddy doesn’t like us, he can keep his daughter home
And
Johnny will go roving with another
Chorus:
And
planned they got married ‘til the end of month of May
When
the leaved they are green and the meadows they are gay
And
me and my true love we’ll sit and sport and play
By
the lovely sweet banks of the roses
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