Old Folks at Home

Way down upon the Swanee ribber,
Far, far away
That's where my heart is turning ever,
That's where 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.

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All the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam,
Oh! darkies, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home.

All 'round the little farm I wandered
When I was young
Den many happy days I squandered,
Many the songs I sung.
When I was playing wid 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 mem'ry rushes,
No matter where I rove
When will I see the bees a humming
All round the comb?
When will I hear the banjo stumming
Down in my good old home?

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