Old Folks at home
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1. Way down upon the
Swanee River, far, far away,
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dere`s where my heart is turning ever,
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dere`s where my old folks stay.
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Up and down the whole creation, sadly I
roam,
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still longing for the old plantation, and
for de old folks at home.
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All de world am sad
and dreary, ev`rywhere I roam,
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Oh! Darkies, how my
heart grows weary,
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far from de old folks
at home.
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2. All round de
little farm I wandered, when I was young,
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den many happy days I squander`d, many de
songs I sung.
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When I was playing with my brother, happy
was I,
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Oh! Take me to my kind old mother, there
let me live and die.
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3. One little hut
among the bushes, one that I love,
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still sadly to my mem`ry rushes, no matter
where I rove.
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When will I see de bees a-humming, all
round de comb?
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When will I hear de banjo tumming, down in
my good old home.
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(Stephen C. Foster)