oh my Johnny oh my Johnny don’t you leave me on the thanks of the Roses [Music] she’s smiling she said oh my Johnny oh my Johnny don’t you leave me [Music] well when I was just a young one I heard me far to say that he would 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 on the banks of the Roses I I took every fiddle for me
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