Oscar Seagle — Old Folks At Home

Way down upon the Swanee River Far, far away That's where my heart is yearning ever Down 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 All 'round the little farm I wandered When I was young In 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