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K:C P:verse E2 D3/4C/4E/2D/2 | C c A/2 c3/2 | G2 E C | D3 z | w:Way down up on the Swa-nee Ri-ver, far, far a-way, w:All up and down the whole cre-a-tion, sad-ly I roam, E2 D3/4C/4E3/4D/4 | C c A/2 c3/2 | G E/2C/2 D D |1 C3 z :|2 E C2 z || w:There’s where my heart is tur-ning e-ver, there’s where the old folks stay. *** w:Still long-ing for the old plan-ta-tion and for the old folks *at home. P:chorus B3/2 c/2 d G | G3/2 A/2 G c | c A F A | G4 | w:All the world is sad and drea-ry, ev’-ry-where I roam. E2 D3/4C/4E/2D/2 | C c A/2 c3/2 | G E/2C/2 D E/2D/2 | C3 z || w:Oh, dar-ling, how my heart grows wea-ry, far from the old folks at home. % W: W:1 W:Way down up on the Swanee River, far, far away, W:There’s where my heart is turning ever, there’s where the old folks stay. W:All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam, W:Still longing for the old plantation and for the old folks at home. W: W:ch W:All the world is sad and dreary, ev’rywhere I roam. W:Oh, darling, how my heart grows weary, far from the old folks at home. W: W:2 W:All round the little farm I wandered, when I was young. W:Then many happy days I squandered, many the songs I sung. W:When I was playing with my brother, happy was I. W:Oh, take me to my kind old mother, there let me live and die! W: W:3 W:One little hut among the bushes, one that I love, W:Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, no matter where I rove. W:When will I see the bees a-humming, all round the comb? W:When will I hear the banjo thrumming, down in my good old home? % % % % % % % % % %]