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O, de birds ar' sweetly singin',
 * 'Weh down Souf,

An' de banjer is a-ringin',
 * 'Weh down Souf;

An' my heart it is a-sighin', Whil' de moments am a-flyin', Fur my hom' I am a-cryin',
 * 'Weh down Souf.

Dar de pickaninnies 's playin',
 * 'Weh down Souf,

An' fur dem I am a-prayin',
 * 'Weh down Souf;

An' when I gits sum munny, Yo' kin bet I'm goin', my hunny, Fur de lan' dat am so sunny,
 * 'Weh down Souf.

Whil' de win' up here's a-blowin
 * 'Weh down Souf

De corn is sweetly growin',
 * 'Weh down Souf.

Dey tells me here ub freedum, But I ain't a-gwine to heed um. But I'se gwine fur to lebe um,
 * Fur 'weh down Souf.