| On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
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| And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
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| And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
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| Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don’t ya leave me
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| When I was a young boy I heard me father say
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| That he’d rather see me dead and buried in the clay
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| Sooner than be married to any runaway
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| By the lovely sweet banks of the roses
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| On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
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| And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
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| And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
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| Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don’t ya leave me
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| And then I am no runaway and soon I’ll let them know
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| That I can take a bottle or can leave it alone
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| And if her daddy doesn’t like it he can keep his daughter at home
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| And young Johnny will go rovin' with some other
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| On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
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| And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
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| And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
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| Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don’t ya leave me
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| 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
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| And me and me true love we’ll sit and sport and play
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| By the lovely sweet banks of the roses
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| On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down
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| And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune
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| And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and she said
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| Oro Johnny, lovely Johnny don’t ya leave me |