Train on the island, hear the whistle blow
Go and tell my true love I'm sick and I can't go.
Train on the island, heading for the west,
Me and my girl we fell out, perhaps it's for the best.
Train on the island, listen to her squeal
Go and tell my true love how happy I do feel
I went up on the mountain, I went out on the plain,
I went upon the other side to see my girl again.
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Bring me a sip of water, bring it in a cup
Me and my man done split up, and we're never gonna make up
Went out over the mountain, to hear that banjo ring
Went out over the other side just to hear my darling sing
I made a banjo from a gourd, and strung it up with twine,
The only tune it would play, I wish that girl were mine
Show me the crow that flys so high, show me the one that falls,
If I can't have the girl I love, I won't have none at all.
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