Old Folks at Home
 


Citation

Foster, Stephen Collins, 1826-1864, “Old Folks at Home,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed February 7, 2023, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31758.


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Title

Old Folks at Home

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Subject

Popular music--United States
Homesickness--Songs and music
Memories--Songs and music
Family--Songs and music
Enslaved persons--Songs and music

Alternative Title

Way Down Upon the Swanee River, Suawnee River

Creator

Foster, Stephen Collins, 1826-1864

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Spatial Coverage

Transcription

Old Folks at Home

Way down upon the Swanee ribber
Far far away
Dars where my heart is turning ebber
Dars whar de old folks play
All up and down de old plantation
Daddy I roam, Still longing for de old
Plantation and for de Old Folks at Home.

Chorus

2nd
All dis world am sad and dreary
Ebry where I roam
O darkeys don’t your hearts grow weary
Far from de old folks at home

3rd
All round de little farms I wandered
When I was young
‘Dem many happy days I squandered
Many de songs I sung
When I was playing wid my brudder
Happy was I, Oh, take me to my kind old mudder
Dere let me lib and die

4th
One little hut among de bushes
One dat I love. Still sadly to my memory rushes
No matter where I roam. When will I see de
Bees a humming, all round de comb
When will I hear the banjo tuning
Down in my good old home

Chorus

I hope you can read this terrible
writing and learn to play this nicely
If you have any wandering Jew
please send us a little
by Willy and come over.
Much love from
Emma & Ellis

Informant

Emma, Ellis

Other Name(s)

Willy

Associated Date

1851

File name

113_OldFolksAtHome

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