Swanee River

Updating Time：2006-9-19 8:38:07

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 is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam.
Oh, lady, how my heart grows weary, far from the old folks at home.
One little hut among the bushes, one that I love.
Still sadly to my memory rushes, no matter where I love.
When will I see the bees a-hummin’ all round the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strummin’ down in my good old home?
All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam.
Oh, lady, how my heart grows weary, far from the old folks at home.

Sailing Medley
Old Blue
There was and old lady
Thumbelina
Here we go looply-loo
he Dump Truck song
On top of Old smoky
Bingo
Hare we go round the Mulberry Bush
London Bridge
The farmer in the dell
Red River Valley
Polly Wolly Doodle
Free Jacques
The sidewalks of New York

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