From the Figgy Duff version of the tune: Come all of you, good people, I pray you will attend And listen to my story in sorrow I dispend Concerning a young sailor who did plow the raging main And his own dear darling Josephine on the rosy banks of green This couple had been schoolmates in childhood's early days When he was but a school boy, he stole her heart away She was loved by lords and squires, but their love was all in vain For she dearly loved her sailor on the rosy banks of green 'Twas early on Sunday morning down in her father's grove Sat Josephine conversing with the boy she dearly loved With kisses and embraces for his own dear Josephine Saying, Tonight we will be far away from the rosy banks of green Her father overheard them, in anger could not stand He then jumped out upon them with a loaded gun in hand Saying, Die you, cruel sailor; no more you'll plow the main For tonight you will be far away from the rosy banks of green. He aimed the deadly weapon, the fatal trigger drew And Josephine like lightening in her lovers arms she flew The bullett left the muzzle, it's aim so true and keen And they both fell down together on the rosy banks of green As Josephine lay dying, those words I heard her say I'm glad my dear old mother never lived to see this day In the higher seats of glory, a witness she has been To the murder of her daughter on the rosy banks of green Come all of you, good people, I pray you will draw near Listen to my sad story; in sorrow shed a tear It was of that brave young sailor and his own dear Josephine And they both lay down together on the rosy banks of green