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Swanee River |
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Pete Seeger |
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edited by Plaisir |
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Way down upon the Swanee River, |
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Far, far away |
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That's where my heart is turning ever |
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That's where the old folks stay |
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All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam |
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Oh brothers, how my heart grows weary |
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Far from the old folks at home |
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All up and down the whole creation, |
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Sadly I roam |
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Still longing for the old plantation |
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And for the old folks at home |
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All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam |
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Oh brothers, how my heart grows weary |
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Far from the old folks at home |
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When will I see the bees a humming, |
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All around the comb |
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When will I hear the banjo strumming, |
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Down in my good old home |
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All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam |
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Oh brothers, how my heart grows weary |
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Far from the old folks at home |
