Here you will find the Poem Old Folks at Home of poet Stephen C. Foster
1 Way down upon de Swanee ribber, 2 Far, far away, 3 Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, 4 Dere's wha de old folks stay. 5 All up and down de whole creation, 6 Sadly I roam, 7 Still longing for de old plantation, 8 And for de old folks at home. 9 [Chorus] All de world am sad and dreary, 10 Ebry where I roam, 11 Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary, 12 Far from de old folks at home. 13 [Solo] All round de little farm I wandered 14 When I was young, 15 Den many happy days I squandered, 16 Many de songs I sung. 17 When I was playing wid my brudder 18 Happy was I --. 19 Oh! take me to my kind old mudder, 20 Dere let me live and die. 21 [Chorus] All de world am sad and dreary, 22 Ebry where I roam, 23 Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary, 24 Far from de old folks at home. 25 One little hut among de bushes, 26 One dat I love, 27 Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, 28 No matter where I rove 29 When will I see de bees a humming 30 All round de comb? 31 When will I hear de banjo tumming 32 Down in my good old home? 33 [Chorus] All de world am sad and dreary, 34 Ebry where I roam, 35 Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary, 36 Far from de old folks at home