Wish I was a June apple, hanging on that tree,
Every time my true love passed, she’d take a bite of me,
Take a bite of me love, take a bite of me,
Every time my true love passed, she’d take a bite of me.
Every night when I come home, my wife I try to please her,
The harder I try, the worse she gets, damned if I don't leave her.
You ride the old grey mare, I'll ride the roan,
You get there before I do, just leave my gal alone.
Going across the mountain, I’m going in the spring,
When I get on the other side, gonna hear my woman sing.
Can’t you hear that banjo sing, I wish that girl was mine,
Don’t you hear that banjo sing, I wish that girl was mine.
Charlie he’s a nice young man, Charlie he’s a dandy,
Charlie he’s a nice young man, feeds the girls on candy.
Over the river to feed my sheep, over the river Charlie,
Over the river to feed my sheep, feed them on barley.
I wish I had some sticks and poles, to build my chimney higher,
'cos every time it rains and snows, it puts out all my fire.
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