Way down upon the Swanee River, Far, far away That’s where my heart is yearning ever, That’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 at home 
Chorus All the world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam Oh, brothers, how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home 
All ’round the little farm I wandered, When I was young There many happy days I squandered, Many the songs I sung When I was playing with my brothers, Happy was I Oh, take me to my kind old mother, There let me live and die 
One little hut among the bushes, One that I love Still sadly to my memory rushes, No matter where I roam When will I see the bees a-hummin’, All ’round the comb When will I hear the banjo strummin’, Down in my good old home 
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