Way down upon the Swannee ribber, far, far away,
Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,
Dere's wha de old folks stay,
All around 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 kind old mudder, dere let me live and die
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All de world am sad and dreary, ebry where I roam,
Oh! darkeys 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 mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove,
When will I see de bees a hummin' all round de comb,
When will I hear de banjo tumming, down in my good old home.
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