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1. Way down upon the Swanee River,

Far, far away

That’s where my heart is turning 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

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All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam

Oh Lordy, how my heart grows weary

Far from the old folks at home

2. All 'round the little farm I wandered,

When I was young

Then many happy days I squandered,

Many the songs I sung

When I was playing with my brother,

Happy was I Oh, take me to my kind old mother,

There let me live and die

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3. One little hut among the bushes,

One that I love

Still sadly to my mem’ry rushes,

No matter where I rove

When shall I see the bees a humming,

All 'round the comb

When shall I hear the banjo strumming,

Down by my good old home

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