De time is nebber dreary if de darkey nebber groans; De ladies nebber weary wid de rattle of de bones: Den come again Susanna by de gaslight ob de moon; We'll tum de old Piano when de banjo's out ob tune. 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 der'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 der charm While I roam de old plantation wid my true lub on my arm. 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. Early in de morning ob a lubly summer day, My massa sent me warning he'd like to hear me play. On de banjo tapping, I come wid dulcem strain; Massa fall a napping -- he'll nebber wake again. My lub, I'll hab to leabe you while de ribber's running High: But I nebber can deceibe you -- so don't you wipe your eye. I's guine to make some money; But I'll come anodder day -- I'll come Again my honey, if I hab to work my way.