| The time is never dreary If you don’t ever moan;
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| The ladies never weary with the rattle of the bones.
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| Then come again Sussana, By gas-light or the moon;
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| We’ll strum the old piano, When the banjo’s out of tune.
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| Ring ring the banjo, I like that good old song,
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| Come again my true love, Oh where you been so long.
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| Oh never count the bubbles, While theres water in the spring
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| You won’t have no troubles, while you’ve got this song to sing.
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| The beauties of creation, will never lose there charm.
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| While I roam the old plantation, With my tru love on my arm.
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| Ring ring the banjo, I like that good old song,
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| Come again my true love, Oh where you been so long.
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| Once I was so lucky, My master set me free
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| I went to old Kentucky, To see what I could see.
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| I could not go no further, I returned to masters door,
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| I love him all the harder, I’ll go away no more.
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| Ring ring the banjo, I like that good old song,
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| Come again my true love, Oh where you been so long.
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| Early in the morning, On a lovely summer day,
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| My master sent me a warning, he’d like to hear me play.
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| On the bajo tapping, I come with dulcet strain;
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| My master fall a napping, He’ll never wake again.
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| Ring ring the banjo, I like that good old song,
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| Come again my true love, Oh where you been so long.
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| Ring ring the banjo, I like that good old song,
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| Come again my true love, Oh where you been so long. |