De time is nebber dreary if de darkey nebber groans; De ladies nebber weary wid de rattle ob de bones; Den come again, Susanna, by de gas-light ob de moon; We'll tune de old piano when de banjo's out ob tune.
Chorus. Ring, ring de banjo! I like dat good old song; Come again, my true lub, oh! wha you been so long? Oh! nebber count de bubbles while dere's water in de spring; De darkey hab no troubles while he's got dis song to sing; De beauties ob creation will nebber lose deir charm, While I roam de old plantation wid my true lub on my arm. Ring, Ting de banjo! I like dat good old, &c.
Once I was so lucky my massa set me free, I went to old Kentucky to see what I could see; I could not go no farder, I turn to massa's door, I lub him all de harder, I'll go away no more. Ring, ring de banjo! I like dat good old, &c.
Early in de mQrning ob a lubly Summer day, My massa send me warning he'd like to hear me play; On de banjo tapping, I come wid dulccm strain, Massa fell a-napping-he'll nebber wake again. Ring, ring de banjo! I like dat good old-, &c.
My lub, I'll hab to leab you while de ribber's running high, But I nebber can deceibe you, so don't you wipe your eye, I'se gwine to make some money, but I'll come anodder day, I'll come again, my honey, if I hab to work my way. Ring, ring de banjo! I like dat good old, &c.