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, O she sighed and she said

O Johnny, lovely Johnny, Would you leave me

O 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

O then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know
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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

And if ever I get married, twill 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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