As I Roved Out

As I roved out
On a cold winter's night
Drink enough sweet wine
I spared that girl
Sweet little girl
Who broke this heart of mine
What is it, banjo?

'Cause she tell like some red roses
That grows in a month after no,
Vice advice I mean strongly
That's all it sung, sung to
What is it, banjo?

I've raced to the morgue but I never been born
But damn when I was young I never wanna kiss,
Sure red to the lips
I heard your lying tongue
What is it, banjo?

Oh the green green grass
Trampled under foot
The rising moon again
Her loving is a careless thing
Did you rather feel such pain?