Old folks at home

Way down upon the Swanee Ribber
Far far away
There's where my heart is turning ebber
There where the old folks stay
All up and down the whole creation
Sadly i roam
Still longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home

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All the world am sad and dreary
Ev'rywhere i roam
O darkeys how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home

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

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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 bees ahumning
All rond the comb
When shall i hear the banjo thrumming
Down in my good old home

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