Swanee River Lyrics

von Stephen Foster

Way down upon the Swanee river,
Far, far away,
There's where my heart is turning ever,
There's where the old folks stay.

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All the world is sad and dreary,
Ev'ry where I roam,
Oh, darkies how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home.

All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the folks at home.

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All'round the little farm I wandered
When I was young,
Than many happy days I squander'd,
Many the songs I sung.

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When I was playing with my brothre,
Happy was I,
Oh, take me to my kind old mother,
There let me live and die.

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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.

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When shall I see the bees a-humming
All round the comb?
When shall I hear the banjo strumming
Down in my good old home?

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