The Banks of the Roses

C G C

On the banks of the roses my love and I sat down

F C G C

and I took out my fiddle to play my love a tune

F C G C

In the middle of the tuen-o she smiled and she said

C G C

Ah Johnny, lovely Johnny don't you leave me

When I was a young one, I heard my father say

that he would rather see me dead and burried in the clay

sooner than be married to any runaway

on the lovely sweet banks of the roses

On the banks of the roses...

Oh then I'm a runaway and soon I'll let you know

that I can take a bottle or leave it alone

If her daddy dosn't like it he can keep her daughter at home

Then Johnny will go roving with some other

On the banks of the roses...

If ever I get married will, be in the end of May

when the leaves they are green and the meadows they are gay

and me and my truelove will sit and sport and play

by the lovely sweet banks of the roses

||: On the banks of the roses... :||

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The Pure Malt Songbook

David Fønsbo

2005-01-23T13:49:01