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All the world are sad and weary, every where I roam, Oh! darkies how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home.

Fly away, fly away, Kentucky Babe, fly away to rest, Fly away, Lay yo' kinky, wooly head on yo' mammy's breast. Um Um close yo' eyes in sleep.

Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the springtime, There's where this old darky's heart am longed to go.

I'm going back to a shack, where the Black-eyed Susans grow, I love 'em so; They're all around on the ground where I found the one I knew so long ago. The honey bees all know I'm comin', I seem to hear them softly hummin' "Yoy'll be losin' your little Susan! You'd better be getting busy buzzing around." To stroll again down the lane to the plain old rustic seat will be a treat, And then I'll bring out the ring for the finger of my sweet— She's mighty sweet, and when I'm tied to the pride of the countryside, May-be I'll introduce you to my corn-fed bride, When I come back from the shack where the Black eyed Susans grow.