 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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SUSANNA.
[1]
I come from Alabama with my Banjo on my knee—I'se gwine to Lou'siana My true lub for to see.
It rain'd all night de day I left, De wedder it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze def—Susanna, dont you cry.
Chorus.
Oh! Susanna, do not cry for me;I come from Alabama, Wid my Banjo on my knee.
[2]
I jump'd aboard the telegraph and trabbled down de ribber,De lectrick fluid magnified, and kill'd five hundred Nigga.
De bulgine bust and de hoss ran off, I really thought I'd die;
I shut my eyes to hold my bref—Susanna dont you cry.
3
I had a dream de udder night, when ebry ting was still;I thought I saw Susanna dear, a coming down de hill,
De buckweat cake was in her mouf, de tear was in her eye,
I says, I'se coming from de souf,—Susanna dont you cry.
Oh! Susanna &c.
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