On the banks of the roses, me lover and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me lover tune In the middle of the tune, oh she sighed and she said Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, don't you leave me When I was a young boy, 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 lover and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me lover tune In the middle of the tune, oh she sighed and she said Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, don't you leave me And when I am no runaway and soon I let them know I can take a bottle or can leave it alone If my daddy doesn't like it, he can keep his daughter home And Johnny will grow them with some other On the banks of the roses, me lover and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me lover tune In the middle of the tune, oh she sighed and she said Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, don't you leave me Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, don't you leave me When I get married, we'll be in the month of May When the leaves they are green and the meadows they are gay And me and me true love will sit and sport and play By the lovely sweet banks of the roses On the banks of the roses, me lover and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me lover tune In the middle of the tune, oh she sighed and she said Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, don't you leave me On the banks of the roses, me lover and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me lover tune In the middle of the tune, oh she sighed and she said Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, don't you leave me Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, don't you leave me Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, don't you leave me