As I roved out On a cold winter’s night, Drinking all the sweet wine, I spied that girl, Sweet little girl, Who broke this heart of mine. What is it, banjo? Her cheeks are like some red roses That bloom in the month of June. Her voice is like some melody That's always on some tune. What is it, banjo? I wish to the lord that I never been born Or died when I was young. I never woulda kissed your red, ruby lips Or heard your lying tongue. sponsored links What is it, banjo? Oh, the green, green gra** Trampled under foot Will rise and bloom again. Oh, love is a k**ing thing. Did you ever feel such pain?