Old Folks at Home (Swanee River)

Way down

upon the Swanee

River,

far, far

away,

There's where my

heart am turning to

go,

sure

as you're

born

a girl. Oh, the moon

and stars they seem so very near,

In the darkies' home on the

old plantation. Oh,

the darkies' home on the old plantation,

Oh, the darkies' home

on the old plantation. Oh,

the little white dove on the bough,

so sad and low, He

is singing to the memory of you, so

that tomorrow I'll go.

Way down upon the Swanee River, far,

far away,

There's where my heart am turning to

go, sure as you're born a girl. Oh,

the darkies' home on the old plantation,

Oh,

the darkies' home on the old plantation.