原 文 歌 詞 | Way down upon the Swanee river,
Far , far away,
There`s where my heart is turning ever,
There`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 am sad and dreary,
Ev`ry-where I roam,
Oh!Brothers how my heart grows wary,
Far from the old folks at home.
All`round the little farm I wanderd,
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.
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