Oscar Seagle
Old Folks At Home
Way down upon the Swanee River
Far, far away
That's where my heart is yearning ever
Down 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, darkies, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home

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

All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home