Stephen Foster - Oh! Susanna

I came from Alabama,
Wid my banjo on my knee,
I'm gwyne to Louisiana,
My true love for to see;
It rain'd all night the day I left,
The weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Susanna, don't you cry.

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Oh! Susanna, Oh don't you cry for me,
I've come from Alabama
Wid my banjo on my knee.

I jumped aboard de telegraph,
And trabbled down de ribber,
De lectric fluid magnified,
And killed five hundred nigger.
De bullgine bust, de horse run off,
I realy thought I'd die;
I shut my eyes to hold my breath,
Susanna, don't you cry.

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Oh! Susanna...

I had a dream de odder night
When ebery ting was still,
I thought I saw Susanna
A coming down de hill;
The buck-wheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye;
Says I, "I'm coing from de south,
Susanna, don't you cry."

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Oh! Susanna...

I soon will be in New Orleans,
And den I'll look all round,
And when I find Susanna,
I will fall upon de ground.
And if I do not find her,
Dis darkie'l surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried,
Susanna, don't you cry.

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