The Black Tartan Clan - Banks Of The Roses | Текст песни

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• The Black Tartan Clan
• Banks Of The Roses

On the banks of the roses
my love and I sat down
And I took out my fiddle
to play my love a tune

In the middle of the tune
she sighed and said to me
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny
would you leave me

When I was just a young lad
I heard my father say
I'd sooner see you dead
and burried in the clay
Rather than be married
to a runaway
On the lovely sweet banks
of the roses
If ever I get married
it will be the month of may
When the leaves they are green
and the meadows are grey
And me and my true love
we'll sit here an play
By the lovely sweet banks
of the roses