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Old Folks at Home

1 Way down upon de Swanee ribber,

2 Far, far away,

3 Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,

4 Dere's wha de old folks stay.

5 All up and down de whole creation,

6 Sadly I roam,

7 Still longing for de old plantation,

8 And for de old folks at home.

 

9 [Chorus] All de world am sad and dreary,

10 Ebry where I roam,

11 Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,

12 Far from de old folks at home.

 

13 [Solo] All round de little farm I wandered

14 When I was young,

15 Den many happy days I squandered,

16 Many de songs I sung.

17 When I was playing wid my brudder

18 Happy was I --.

19 Oh! take me to my kind old mudder,

20 Dere let me live and die.

 

21 [Chorus] All de world am sad and dreary,

22 Ebry where I roam,

23 Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,

24 Far from de old folks at home.

 

25 One little hut among de bushes,

26 One dat I love,

27 Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,

28 No matter where I rove

29 When will I see de bees a humming

30 All round de comb?

31 When will I hear de banjo tumming

32 Down in my good old home?

 

33 [Chorus] All de world am sad and dreary,

34 Ebry where I roam,

35 Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,

36 Far from de old folks at home

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Stephen Collins Foster
1826-1864 / American
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