Old Folks at Home

 

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Stephen Foster.

1.
Way down upon the Swanee river,
Far, far away
There’s where my heart is turning ever,
There’s where the old folks stay;
All up an’ down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam
Still longing for the old plantation,
An’ for the old folks at home.

Chorus:
All the world is sad and dreary,
Evrywhere I roam.
O darkies, how my heart grows weary.
Far from the old folks at home.

2.
All round the little farm I wander’d
When I was young;
Then many happy days I squander’d,
Many the songs I sung.
When I was playin’ with my brother
Happy was I.
O! Take me to my kind old mother
There let me live and die.

3.
One little hut among the bushes,
One that I love,
Still sadly to my mem’ry rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see the bees ahumming,
All roun’ the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strumming,
Down in my good old home?

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