Swanee River

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' home,

All the world is sad and dreary,

Everywhere I roam.

Oh Lordy! how my heart grows weary,

Far from the old folks' home,

One little hut among the bushes,one that I love,

Still sadly to my memory rushes,no matter where I rove,

When will I see the bees are humming all round the comb

When will I hear the banjo is strumming down in my good old home

All the world is sad and dreary,

Everywhere I roam,

Oh Lordy! how my heart grows weary,

Far from the old folks' home.