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