Old Folks at Home (song sheet)

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Old Folks at Home
by Stephen Collins Foster
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Way down upon the 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,
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.
When I was playing wid my brudder,
Happy was I;
Oh! take me to my kind old mudder,
Dere let me live and die.
All de world am sad and dreary, &c.

One little hut among de bushes,
One dat I love;
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see de bees a humming,
All round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming,
Down in my good home,
All de world am sad and dreary, &c.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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