Way down upon the Swanee ribber
Far far away
Dars where my heart is turning ebber
Dars whar de old folks play
All up and down de old plantation
Daddy I roam, Still longing for de old
Plantation and for de Old Folks at Home.
All dis world am sad and dreary
Ebry where I roam
O darkeys don’t your hearts grow weary
Far from de old folks at home
All round de little farms I wandered
When I was young
‘Dem 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 lib and die
One little hut among de bushes
One dat I love. Still sadly to my memory rushes
No matter where I roam. When will I see de
Bees a humming, all round de comb
When will I hear the banjo tuning
Down in my good old home
I hope you can read this terrible
writing and learn to play this nicely
If you have any wandering Jew
please send us a little
by Willy and come over.
Much love from
Emma & Ellis
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