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Banks Of The Roses

Barra Macneils
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 By the banks  of the roses my love  and I sat down.
 And I  took out my fiddle  for to play  my love a tune,
 In the middle  of the tune,  me boy, she smiled  and she said,
 Oh Johnny,  lovely Johnny  don't you leave me.
 When I  was a young lad I heard  me father say,
 That he'd  rather see  me dead,and buried  in the clay,
 Sooner  than be married  to any  run away,
 By the lovely  sweet banks  of the roses.
 Well now I  am no run away and soon  I'll have you know,
 That I  can take the bottle,  or I can leave  it alone,
 And if her daddy  doesn't like  it, he can keep  his daughter home,
 And young Johnny  will go roving  with another.
When  I am married, 'twill be in  the month of May,
 When the leaves  they are green,  and the meadows  they are gay,
 And me  and my true love  will sit  and sport and play.
 By the lovely  sweet banks  of the roses.
 Oh Johnny,  lovely Johnny  don't you leave me.

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Readable chord sheet for Banks Of The Roses by Barra Macneils

By the ba[C]nks of the roses my l[G]ove and I sat d[C]own.
And [F]I took out my fid[C]dle for to p[G]lay my love a t[C]une,
In the mi[F]ddle of the t[C]une, me boy, she sm[G]iled and she s[Am]aid,
Oh Jo[C]hnny, lovely Jo[F]hnny don't you le[G]ave [C]me.

When [C]I was a young lad I h[G]eard me father [C]say,
That h[F]e'd rather s[C]ee me dead,and bu[G]ried in the c[C]lay,
So[F]oner than be mar[C]ried to a[G]ny run a[Am]way,
By the lo[C]vely sweet ba[F]nks of the r[G]os[C]es.

Well now [C]I am no run away and s[G]oon I'll have you k[C]now,
That [F]I can take the bo[C]ttle, or I can le[G]ave it al[C]one,
And if her da[F]ddy doesn't l[C]ike it, he can k[G]eep his daughter h[Am]ome,
And young Jo[C]hnny will go ro[F]ving with a[G]noth[C]er.

[C]When I am married, 'twill be [G]in the month of M[C]ay,
When the le[F]aves they are gr[C]een, and the me[G]adows they are g[C]ay,
And [F]me and my true l[C]ove will s[G]it and sport and p[Am]lay.
By the lo[C]vely sweet ba[F]nks of the r[G]os[C]es.

Oh Jo[C]hnny, lovely Jo[F]hnny don't you le[G]ave [C]me.