Old Folks at Home (Swanee River)
Stephen Foster, 1851· Songs Well-Known in America · p.241
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Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away
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That's where my heart is turning ever. That's where the old folks stay
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All up and down the whole creation, Sadly I roam.
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Still longing for the old plantation, and for the old folks at home
Chorus:
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All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam
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Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary, far from the old folks at home
All 'round the little farm I wandered, when I was young
Then many happy days I squandered, many the 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 (Chorus)
One little hut among the bushes, one that I love
Still sadly to my memory rushes, no matter where I rove
When shall I see the bees a humming, all 'round the comb
When shall I hear the banjo strumming, down by my good old home (Chorus)