톰 로쉬
Way down upon
the Swanee River
Far far away
There's where my
heart is turning ever
There's where the
old folks stay
ah-Up and down
the whole creation
Sadly I ro-am
Still longing for
the old plantation
And for the old
folks at home
All the world
is sad and dreary
Every where I roam
Oh darkeys how
my heart grows weary
Far from the
old folks at home
All round the
little farm I wandered
When I was young
There many happy
days I squandered
Many those songs
I've 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
Every where I roam
Oh darkeys how
my heart grows weary
Far from the
old folks at home
One little hut
among the bushes
One that I love
Still sadly to
my memory rushes
No matter where I roam
When will I see
the bees a-humming
All round the comb?
When will I hear
the banjo's strumming
Down in my
good old home?
All the world
is sad and dreary
Every where I roam
Oh darkeys how
my heart grows weary
Far from the
old folks at home