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

Eb-rywhere I roam;

Oh darling 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 squandered

Many de songs I sung

When I was playing wid my brudder

Happy was I;

Oh take me to my old kind mudder

Dere let me live and die

All de world am sad and dreary

Eb-rywhere I roam;

Oh darling how my heart grows weary

Far from de old folks at home

One little hut among de bushes

One dat I love

Still sadly to my memory rushes

No matter where I rove

All de world am sad and dreary

Eb-rywhere I roam;

Oh darling how my heart grows weary

Far from de old folks at home

All de world am sad and dreary

Eb-rywhere I roam;

Oh darling how my heart grows weary

Far from de old folks at home

Oh darling how my heart grows weary

Far from de old folks at home

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