Way down upon the swanee river
Far, far away
That's where my heart is turning ever
That's 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 Lordy, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home

All 'round the little farm I wandered
When I was young
Then 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

One little hut among the bushes
One that I love
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes
No matter where I rove
When shall I see the bees a humming
All 'round the comb
When shall I hear the banjo strumming
Down by my good old home