Way down upon de Swanee river,
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 the old folks at home.
All de world am sad and dreary,
Ebry where 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,
Ebry where I roam,
Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.
One little hut amoung da bushes,
One dat I love,
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,
No matter where I rove
When will I see de bees humming
all round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming down
in my good old home?
All de world am sad and dreary,
Ebry where I roam,
Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.
