| .(Swanee River) | |
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| Words：Stephen Collins Foster (PD) Music：Stephen Collins Foster (PD) MIDI Arrangement：Hosomichi Takino |
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| Traditional Lyrics | Original version (dialect) |
(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. 【CHORUS】 All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam, Oh! darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home. |
(1) Way down upon de Swanee ribber (river) Far, far away, Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, Dere's wha de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation And for de old folks at home. 【CHORUS】 All de world am sad and dreary, Ebry where I roam, Oh! darkies how my heart grows weary, Far from de 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. 【CHORUS】 All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam, Oh! darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home. |
(2) All round de little farm I wandered When I was young, Den many happy days I squandered, Many de songs I sung. When I was playing wid my brudder Happy was I Oh! take me to my kind old mudder, Dere let me live and die. 【CHORUS】 All de world am sad and dreary, Ebry where I roam, Oh! darkies how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home. |
| (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? 【CHORUS】 All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam, Oh! darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home. |
(3) One little hut amond de bushes, One dat I love, Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, No matter where I rove When will I see de bees a humming All round de comb? When will I hear de banjo tumming Down in my good old home? 【CHORUS】 All de world am sad and dreary, Ebry where I roam, Oh! darkies how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home. |
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