OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
Copyright Oliver Ditson Company
"Way down upon de Swanee Ribber,
Far, far away,
Dar's wha my heart is turning ebber,
Dar's wha de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation
Sadly I roam.
Still longing for the old plantation.
And for de old folks at home
All de world am sad and dreary,
Eb'rywhere I roam;
Oh! darkles, how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home
All 'round de little farm I wander'd.
When I was young;
Den many happy days I sqandered-
Many de songs I sung.
When I was playing wid my brudder
Happy was I;
Oh! take me to my kind old mudder,
Dar 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 'round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming
Down in my good old home?-Chorus.