"Old Folks at Home"

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
  chorus–  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

All round de little farm I wandered
 When I was young
Den many happy days I squandered
 Many de songs I sung
Oh how I rambled wid my brudder
When I was playing wid my brudder
 Happy Joyous was I
Oh take me to my kind old mudder
 Dare let me lib and die

One little hut among de bushes
 All dat I love
Still sadly to my memory rushes
 No matter where I rove
Way down upon de Swanee +c