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.

    All de world am sad and dreary,
      Ebery where I roam;
    Oh,...