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
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 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
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 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
All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam
Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home