[1] Once I had and old banjo I strung it up with binder [5] twine
The [1] only tune it would play was [4] trouble on my [1] mind
I'm going across the [5] sea won't you come with [1] me
Come with me my pretty little girl how [4] happy we would [1] be

Once I had a fiddle fine with lots of rosin on the bow
The only tune that it would play was won't you come and go
Won't you come and go come and go with me
Come with me my pretty little girl I'm going across the sea

Wish I had the banjo still I'd string it up with binder twine
Wish I had that pretty little girl to lovin' all the time
Going across the sea gone for ever more
Fare ye well my pretty little miss I'm going across the sea

Going across the sea gone for ever more
Long to kiss my pretty little miss I'm going across the sea