Train on the island, heard that whistle blow,
Thought I heard my true love say, yonder comes my beau.
Train on the island, hear the whistle blow,
Go and tell my true love, I'm sick and I can't go.
Train on the island, listen to her squeal,
Go and tell my true love how happy I do feel.
Train on the island, heading for the West,
Me and my woman done split up, perhaps its for the best.
Bring me a sip of water, bring it in a cup,
Me and my man done split up, and we're never gonna make up.
Show me the crow that flies so high, show me the one that falls,
If I can't get the gal I love, I don't want none at all.
Went out over the mountain, to hear that banjo ring,
Went out over the other side just to hear my darling sing.
Make me a banjo out of a gourd, string it up with twine,
The only tune that it would play, I wish that gal were mine.
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