 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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OLD FOLKS AT HOME
[1]
Way down upon de Swanee ribber,Far, far away,
Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,
Dere's wha de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for de old plantation,
And for de old folks at home.
CHORUS.
All de world am sad and dreary,Ebry where I roam,
Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.
[2]
All round de little farm I wanderedWhen I was young,
Den many happy days I squandered,
Many de songs I sung.
When I was playing wid my brudder
Happy was I—
Oh! take me to my kind old mudder,
Dere let me live and die.
CHORUS.
[3]
One little hut among de bushes,One dat I love,
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,
No matter where I rove
When will I see de bees a humming
All round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming
Down in my good old home?
CHORUS.
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