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OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
Key of C
Way down upon the Swanee river.
Far, far away. There 's where my heart is turning ever.
There 's where the old folks stay. All up and down the whole creation
Sadly I roam, Still longing for the old plantation.
And for the old folks at home.
Chorus.—All the world am sad and dreary. Everywhere I roam.
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home.
All round the little farm I wander'd,
When I was young. Then many happy days I squandered.
.\lan\' the songs 1 sung. When 1 was playing with my brother,
1 Inppy was 1. Oh. take me to my kind old mother.
There let me live and die. Chorus.—All the world am sad and dreary, etc.
One little hut among the hushes.
One that 1 love, Still sadly to" my mem'ry rushes,
Xo matter where T rove. When will I see the bees a-humming
All round the comb? When will I hear the banjo tumming
Down in my good old home? Chorus.—All the world am sad and dreary, etc.