On the Banks of the Roses The Corries
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O when I was a young man, I heard my mother say
That she'd rather see me dead aye and buried in the clay
Than to see me get married to any runaway
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses
On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down
I took out my fiddle for 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, aye and buried in the clay
Sooner than be married to any runaway
By the bonny sweet banks of the roses
On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down
I took out my fiddle for 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 well then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know
I can take a good glass or leave it alone
And the man that doesn't like me, he can leave his daughter at home
And young Johnny will go roving with another
On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down
I took out my fiddle for 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
That she'd rather see me dead aye and buried in the clay
Than to see me get married to any runaway
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses
On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down
I took out my fiddle for 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, aye and buried in the clay
Sooner than be married to any runaway
By the bonny sweet banks of the roses
On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down
I took out my fiddle for 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 well then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know
I can take a good glass or leave it alone
And the man that doesn't like me, he can leave his daughter at home
And young Johnny will go roving with another
On the banks of the roses, my love and I sat down
I took out my fiddle for 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
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