Old Folks At Home / Songs and Lyrics

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T:Old Folks at Home
T:Swanee River
C:Stephen Foster (C19th.)
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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,
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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.
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w:All the world is sad and drea-ry, ev’-ry-where I roam.
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w:Oh, dar-ling, how my heart grows wea-ry, far from the old folks at home.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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?

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Song Note

Song by Stephen Foster
Country of origin: USA

Folk song references:

Roud-13880

Song to be found in the following collection(s):

After The Campfire Song Book