On the banks of the Roses me love and I lay down,
   And took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune,
   And in the middle of the tune oh she smiled,
   And she said `Oh, ro, Jonney lovely Jonny don`t ya leave me`.
  
   When I was a young man 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 lonely sweet banks of the Roses.
  
   And then I am no runaway and soon I`ll let them know,
   That I can take the bottle or can leave it alone,
   And if her daddy doesn`t like it he can keep his daughter at home,
   And young Jonny will go rovin` with another.
  
   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,
   And me and me true love we`ll sit and sport and play,
   By the lonely sweet banks of the Roses