Way Down Upon The Swanee River

Way down upon de Swanee River,
Far, far away,
Dere’s wha my heart is turning ever,
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,
Ev’rywhere I roam;
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.

All roun’ de little farm I wander’d,
When I was young;
Den many happy days I squander’d,
Many de songs I sung.
When I was playing wid my brother,
Happy was I;
Oh! take me to my kind old mother,
Dere let me live and die. [Chorus]

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-humming
All roun’ de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming,
Down in my good old home? [Chorus]