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,
Eberywhere I roam;
Oh,...
Sarvent, marster! Yes, sah, dat ’s me—
Ole Unc’ Gabe ’s my name;
I thankee, Marster, I ’m ’bout, yo’ see.
“An’ de ole ’ooman?” She ’s much de same,
Po’ly an’ ’plainin’, thank de Lord!
But de Marster ’s gwine ter come back from ’broad.
“Fine ole place?” Yes, sah, ’t is so;
An’ mighty fine people my white folks war—
But you...
The Auld folks sit by the fire,
When the winter nichts are chill;
The auld wife she plies her wire,
The auld man he quaffs his yill.
An’ meikle an’ lang they speak
O’ their youthful days gane by,
When the rose it was on the cheek,
An’ the pearl was on the eye!
They talk o’ their bairnies’ bairns,
They talk o’...
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,...
