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The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay, The corn top's ripe, and the meadow's in the bloom, While the birds make music all the day. The young folk roll on the little cabin floor, All merry, and happy and bright; By'n by hard times come a knocking at the door Then my old Kentucky home good night. Weep no more, my lady, Oh, weep no more to-day, We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home For my old Kentucky home far away.

Down where the Swanee river flows—I want to be there Down where the cotton blossom grows—I want to see there My little sister Flo, keepin' time with Uncle Joe Singing a song and raggin' on his old banjo. I see my dear old mother, Oh lordy, lordy, lordy how I love her; When the birds are singin' in the wildwood, My happy childhood comes back once more,—my heart is sore, That's why I'm going' back where they care for me. Every night they say a little prayer for me, Down where the Swanee river flows.

It's a long, long way to my home in Kentucky, Where the blue grass grows round the old cabin door; It's a long, long way and I'll be might lucky When I see my dear old Mammy once more. So weep no more my lady, just brush those tears away It's a long, long way to my home in Kentucky, But I'm bound to get there some day.