THE SWANEE RIVER

American folk song

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1. Way down u - pon the Swa - nee ri - ver, far, far a - way,

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There's where my
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All the words is sad and drea - ry, ev' - ry where I roam.

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Old bro - ther how my heart grows wea - ry, far from the old folks at home.

2. All up and down the whole creation,

Sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.

3. All round the little farm I wandered,

When I was young.
Then many happy days I squandered,
Many the songs I sing.

4. One little hut among the bushes,

One that I love.
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where I rove.

5. Where will I see the bees a-humming,

All round the comb ?
When will I hear the banjos strumming
Down in my good old home ?

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