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 me love a tune
 And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
 Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny don'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 me love a tune
 And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
 Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me
 And then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know
 That I can take a bottle or can 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 some other
 On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
 And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
 And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
 Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me
 And when 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 me true love we'll sit and 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 me love a tune
 And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
 Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don't ya leave me