Oh! Susanna

I come from Alabama,

Wid my banjo on my knee,

I'm g'wan to Louisiana,

My true love for to see;

It rain'd all night the day I left,

The weather it was dry,

The sun so hot I froze to death,

Susanna, don't you cry.

CHORUS

Oh! Susanna, 

Don't you cry for me,

I've come from Alabama

Wid my banjo on my knee.

I jumped aboard de telegraph,

And trabbeled down de ribber,

De lectric fluid magnified,

And killed five hundred nigger.

De bullgine bust, de horse run off,

I really thought I'd die;

I shut my eyes to hold my breath,

Susanna, don't you cry.

I had a dream de udder night

When eb'ryting was still,

I thought I saw Susanna

A coming down de hill;

De buckwheat-cake was in her mouth,

De tear was in her eye;

Says I, I'm coming from de South,

Susanna, don't you cry.

I soon will be in New Orleans,

And den I'll look all round,

And when I find Susanna,

I'll fall upon the ground.

But if I do not find her,

Dis darkey'l surely die,

And when I'm dead and buried,

Susanna, don't you cry.

~ Stephen Foster