As I Roved Out

As I roved out
On a cold winter’s night
Drinking all the sweet wine
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 bloom in the month of June
Her voice is like some melody
That's always on some tune
What is it, banjo?
I wish to the lord that I never been born
Or died when I was young
I never woulda kissed your red, ruby lips
Or heard your lying tongue
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What is it, banjo?
Oh, the green, green grass
Trampled under foot
Will rise and bloom again
Oh, love is a killing thing
Did you ever feel such pain?