Dubliners The Banks Of The Roses
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On the banks of the roses my love and I sat down
C G D G
And I took out my fiddle for to play my love a tune
C G D G
In the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
D G
'Young Johnny, lovely Johnny would you leave me.'
When I was just a young lad I heard my father say
I'd sooner see you dead and buried in the clay
Rather then be married to any runaway
On the lovely sweet banks of the roses
Oh well now I am a runaway and sure I'll let you know
That I can take a bottle and drink with anyone
And if her father doesn't like me, he can keep his
daughter at home
Then young Johnny will go roving with another.
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 me and my true love will sit and sport and play
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses.
