Banks of Red Roses (Traditional)
When I was a wee thing and easy led astray
Afore I would work I would rather sport and play
Afore I would work I would rather sport and play
Wi my Jonny on the banks of red roses.
Chorus
On the banks or red roses, my love and I sat doon
And he's taen oot his fiddle to play his love a tune
In the middle of the tune, well, she sighed and she said
Oh my Jonny, lovely Jonny, dinna leave me.
They walked and they talked till the came into a cave
Where all night long her Jonny had been digging at her grave
Where all night long her Jonny had been digging at her grave
On the bonny, bonny banks of red roses.
Oh Jonny, lovely Jonny, that grave is not for me,
Oh yes, my darling Jeannie, that your bridal bed shall be
Oh yes, my darling Jeannie, that your bridal bed shall be
On the bonny, bonny banks of red roses.
Then he's taen oot his penknife, and it was long and sharp
And he's pierced it through and through, his bonny dearie's heart
He's pierced it through and through his bonny dearie's heart
And he's left her lying low among red roses.
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