| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 482. Old Folks at Home |
| | | By Stephen Collins Foster |
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| WAY down upon de Swanee Ribber, | |
| 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 | 5 |
| Sadly I roam, | |
| Still longing for de old plantation, | |
| And for de old folks at home. | |
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| All de world am sad and dreary, | |
| Eberywhere I roam; | 10 |
| Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary, | |
| Far from de old folks at home! | |
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| All round de little farm I wandered | |
| When I was young, | |
| Den many happy days I squandered, | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
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| One little hut among de bushes, | |
| One dat I love, | |
| Still sadly to my memory rushes, | |
| No matter where I rove. | |
| When will I see de bees a-humming | 25 |
| All round de comb? | |
| When will I hear de banjo tumming, | |
| Down in my good old home? | |
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| All de world am sad and dreary, | |
| Eberywhere I roam, | 30 |
| Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary, | |
| Far from de old folks at home! | |
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