[donderdag 9 december 2021 02:45] - []

Oh Susanna

Vorig lied
Row, row, row
Katern IV pagina 22
Volgend lied
Loch Lomond

Well, I come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee
and I'm goin' to Louisiana, my true love for to see.
Well, it rained all night, the day I left, the weather it was dry,
the sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna, don't you cry!


Oh, Susanna! Oh, don't you cry for me,
for I come from Alabama,
with my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night, when ev'rything was still,
I thought I saw Susanna dear, a-coming down the hill.
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye.
I says: “I'm coming from the South, Susanna, don't you cry!”


I soon will be in New Orleans and then I’ll look all ’round
and when I find Susanna, I’ll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, this darkey’ll surely die
and when I’m dead and buried, Susanna, don’t you cry!

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