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Rh A few more days for to tote the weary load,—

No matter, 'twill never be light;

A few more days till we totter on the road:—

Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!

Weep no more, my lady,

O, weep no more to-day!

We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,

For the old Kentucky home, far away.

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Old Folks at Home.

down upon de Swanee Ribber,

Far, far away,

Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,

Dere's wha de old folks stay.

All up and down de whole creation

Sadly I roam,

Still longing for de old plantation,

And for de old folks at home.

All de world am sad and dreary,

Eberywhere I roam;

Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary,

Far from de old folks at home!

All round de little farm I wandered

When I was young,

Den many happy days I squandered,

Many de songs I sung.