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Old Folks at Home
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1. Way down upon the Swanee River, far, far away,
theres’s where my heart is turning ever,
theres’s where the old folks stay.
All up and down the old creation, sadly I roam,
still longing for the old plantation
and for the old folks at home.
All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam.
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary,
far from the old folks at home.

2. 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
All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam
Oh Lordy, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home

3. One little hut among the bushes,
One that I love
Still sadly to my mem’ry 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
All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam
Oh Lordy, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home.

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