Old Folks At Home(Swanee River) - 2nd South Carolina String Band

Composed by：Stephen Foster/1851

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

All de world am sad and dreary

Eb-rywhere 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

Eb-rywhere I roam

Oh darkeys how my heart grows weary

Far from de old folks at home

All de world am sad and dreary

Eb-rywhere 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 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 strumming

Down in my good old home

All de world am sad and dreary

Eb-rywhere I roam

Oh darkeys how my heart grows weary

Far from de old folks at home

Oh darkeys how my heart grows weary

Far from de old folks at home