Текст песни The Banks of the Roses - The Dubliners
On
the
banks
of
the
roses
me
love
and
I
sat
down
And
I
took
out
me
fiddle
for
to
play
me
love
a
tune
And
in
the
middle
of
the
tune
oh
she
sighed
And
she
said
′ar
Johnny,
lovely
Johnny,
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
lovely
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
Johnny
will
go
rovin′
with
another
And
when
I
get
married
′twill
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
lovely
sweet
banks
of
the
roses
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