Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 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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