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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 oh she sighed |
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And she said 'ar Johnny, lovely Johnny, don't ya leave me |
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When I was a young man, 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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And then I am no runaway and soon I'll let them know |
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That I can take the bottle or can leave it alone |
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And if her daddy doesn't like it |
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He can keep his daughter at home |
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And young Johnny will go rovin' with another |
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And when I get married 'twill be in the month of May |
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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 |
