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The banks of red roses

On the banks of red roses my love and I sat down
and I took out my fiddle for to play my love a tune
In the middle of th tune though she sighed and she said
Oh Johnny lovely Johnny would you leave me

When I was a young girl I heard my mother say
that I was a foolish lass and easily led astray
And before I would work I would sooner sport and play
with my Johnny on the banks of red roses

Well he took her to his lodge and he treated her to tea
saying drink my dearest Mary an come along with me
Saying drink my dearest Mary an come along with me
to the sweet and lovely banks of red roses

Well they walked and they talked till they came unto a cave
where Johnny all the day had been digging up a grave
Where Johnny all the day had been digging up a grave
for to leave his lassie low among the roses

Well he took out a pen-knife it was both long and sharp
and he plunged it right into his own dear Mary’s heart
And he plunged it right into his own dear Mary’s heart
and he left her lying low among the roses

On the banks of red roses my love and I sat down
and I took out my fiddle for to play my love a tune
In the middle of th tune though she sighed and she said
oh my Johnny lovely Johnny would you leave me