Il testo della Banks of the roses

On the banks of the roses, my love and i sat down
And i took out my violin to play my love a tune
In the middle of the tune, o she sighed and she said
O johnny, lovely johnny, would you leave me
O when i was a young man, i heard my 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
O then i am no runaway and soon i'll let them know
I can take a good glass or leave it alone
And the man that doesn't like me, he can keep
His daughter home
And young johnny will go roving with another
And if ever i get married, twill be in the month of may
When the leaves they are green and the meadows
They are gay
And i and my true love can sit and sport and play
On the lovely sweet banks of the roses