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As I rode by on a cold winter's night
Thinkin' of sweet mine
I spied that girl, sweet little girl
Who broke this heart of mine
What is it, banjo?
Her cheeks are like some red roses
That bloomed in the month of June
Her voice is like some instrument
That's always on some tune
What is it, banjo?
I wish to the Lord that I'd never been born
For then when I was young
I never would have kissed your red ruby lips
Or heard your lying tongue
What is it, banjo?
Oh, the green, green grass
Trampled underfoot
Will rise and bloom again
But loving is a killing thing
Did you ever feel such pain?