A traditional song which was a likely inspiration for Where The Wild Roses Grow. Nick's song is also available.       When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say   That I was meant for rambling and would easy go astray   And before that I would work, I would rather sport and play   With my Johnny on the banks of red roses         On the banks of red roses, my love and I sat down   He took out his tuning box to play his love a tune   In the middle of the tune, his love got up and cried   Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, would you leave me?         So they walked and they talked until they came upon a cave   Where the night before her darling had spent digging on her grave   Aye, the night before her darling had spent digging on her grave   On the bonnie, bonnie banks of red roses         Oh no, oh no, cried she, that grave's not meant for me   Yes, oh yes, my darling, that your bridal bed shall be   Yes, oh yes, my darling, that your bridal bed shall be   And he's made her to lie down on red roses         And all on his way homeward, his heart was filled with fear   Every maid he came upon, he thought it was his dear   Yes, every maid he came upon, he thought it was his dear   Who he made to lie down on red roses