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Oh, Susanna
I come from Alabama with my Banjo on my knee
I'se gwine to Lou'siana my true lub for to see.
It rain'd all night de day I left, de wedder it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to def -- Susanna, don't you cry.

chorus:Oh! Susanna, do not cry for me;
I come from Alabama,
Wid my Banjo on my knee.

I jump'd aboard the telegraph and trabbled down de ribber,
De lectrick fluid magnified, and kill'd five hundred Nigga.
De bulgine bust and de hoss ran off, I really thought I'd die;
I shut my eyes to hold my bref--Susanna don't you cry.


I had a dream de udder night, when ebry ting was still;
I thought I saw Susanna dear, coming down de hill,
De buckwheat cake was in her mouf, de tear was in her eye,
I says, I'se coming from de souf, --Susanna don't you cry.


Camptown Races

De Camptown ladies sing dis song,
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
De Camptown racetrack five miles long,
Oh! doo-dah-day!

I come down dah wid my hat caved in,
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home wid a pock-et full of tin,
Oh! doo-dah-day!

chorus:Gwin to run all night! Gwin to run all day!
I'll bet my mon-ey on de bob-tail nag,
Somebody bet on de bay.

Old Folks at Home
Way down upon de Swanee ribber,
Far, far away,
Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,
Dere's wha de old folks stay.

All up and down de whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for de old plantation,
And for de old folks at home.

chorus:All de world am sad and dreary,
Ebry where I roam,
Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.

All round de little farm I wandered
When I was young,
Den 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 live and die.


One little hut among de bushes,
One dat I love,
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,
No matter where I rove

When will I see de bees a humming
All round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo tumming
Down in my good old home?


My Old Kentucky Home

Oh, the sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadows in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day

The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright:
By'n the Hard Times come a knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight!

Chorus:Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more today!

We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home, far away

They hunt no more for the possum and the coon
On the meadow, the hill and the shore
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon
On the bench by the old cabin door

The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart
With sorrow, where all was delight:
The time has come when the darkies have to part
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!


The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the darkey may go:
A few more days, and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugarcanes grow

A few more days for to tote the weary load
No matter, 'twill never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road
Then my old Kentucky home good night!


Beautiful Dreamer

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;

Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;

Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

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