William The Coroner’s Forensic Files

Thursday, 14, July, 2011

The Banks of Red Roses

Filed under: Poetry — williamthecoroner @ 13:52


When I was a wee thing and easy led astray
Before that I would work I would rather sport and play
Before that I would work I would rather sport and play
Wi’ my Johnny on the banks o’ red roses

On the banks of red roses his love and he sat doon
And he took oot his fiddle for tae play his love a tune
In the middle o’ the tune, oh she sighed and she said
Oh my Johnny, lovely Johnny, dinna leave me

Oh they walked and they talked till they cam untae a cave
Where all night long her Johnny had been digging at her grave
Where all night long her Johnny had been digging at her grave
By the bonnie bonnie banks o’ red roses

Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, oh that grave it’s no for me
Oh yes, my lovely Jeannie, that your bridal bed shall be
Oh yes, my lovely Jeannie, that your bridal bed shall be
By the bonnie bonnie banks o’ red roses

On the banks of red roses his love and he sat doon
And he took oot his fiddle for tae play his love a tune
In the middle o’ the tune, oh she sighed and she said
Oh my Johnny, lovely Johnny, dinna leave me

He’s ta’en oot his wee penknife, an’ it was lang an’ shairp
An’ he pierced it through and through the bonnie lassie’s hairt
Aye, he pierced it through and through the bonnie lassie’s hairt
And he left her lyin’ low on red roses

And as he was walkin’ hameward, his heart was filled wi’ fear
Till every face he saw, he thocht it was his dear
Till every face he saw, he thocht it was his dear
Lyin’ cold upon her bed o’ red roses

On the banks of red roses his love and he sat doon
And he took oot his fiddle for tae play his love a tune
In the middle o’ the tune, oh she sighed and she said
Oh my Johnny, lovely Johnny, dinna leave me

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2 Comments »

  1. Nice one.

    Comment by Old NFO — Thursday, 14, July, 2011 @ 19:08 | Reply

  2. Crime reporting at its finest. Three hundred years after the fact and the details still ring true.

    Comment by Bob — Monday, 18, July, 2011 @ 09:32 | Reply


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