Old Folks At Home

Song: Stephen Foster.

Way down upon the Swanee River, far far away.
Dere’s wha’ my heart is turning ever,
Dere’s wha’ the old folks stay.
All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam.
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.

All de world is sad and dreary,
Ev’ry where I roam.
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.

All roun’ de little farm I wandered, when I was young.
Den many happy years I squandered,
Many de songs I sung.
When I was playing with my brother, happy was I.
Oh, take me to my kind old mother,
There let me live and die.

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One little hut among the bushes, one that I love.
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see the bees a humming, all roun’ de comb.
When will I hear de banjo tumming,
Down in my good old home.

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