Here is another version of the Banks of the Roses as sung to me by my grandmother from the Songs of Euphemia Prewett circa 1910. It seems it might be a link between the Banks of the Roses and the other versions at DT 311.

When I was a young man
My mother used to say
That I was a roving child
And easily led astray
Before I would work
I would sooner sport and play
By the bonnie sweet banks of Loch Lomond

By the bonnie, bonnie banks
It was there he sat doon
And took out a German flute
To play his love a tune
And in the middle of the tune
The lassie sobbed and cried
Oh Johnny, dear Johnny, dinae leave me

They wandered on and wandered on
'Til they came to a cave
Where Johnny all day
Had been diggin' at a grave
Where Johnny all day
Had been diggin' at a grave
To lay his sweet love among the roses

He took out a knife
It was long and twas sharp
And plunged it right in
To his bonnie lassies heart
He plunged it right in
To his bonnie lassies heart
And there layed her low among the roses.

Jeez the Scots can be depressing sometimes, its no wonder I have a dark edge having learned this at her knee at age four.