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Old Folks At Home

Old Folks At Home S. Foster

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.

All de world am sad and dreary,
Ebry where I roam,
Oh mama how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.

All round de little farm I wandered
When I was young
Den many happy days I squanders,
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 love and die.

One little hut among de bushes,
One dat I love,
Still sadly to my memry 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?



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