Текст песни Swanee River - Pete Seeger
                                                Way 
                                                down 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                Swanee 
                                                River, 
                                                Far, 
                                                far 
                                                away, 
                                                There's 
                                                where 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                is 
                                                turning 
                                                ever, 
                                                There's 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                folks 
                                                stay. 
                                                Chorus 
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                is 
                                                sad 
                                                and 
                                                dreary, 
                                                Ev'ry 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                roam, 
                                                Oh, 
                                                darkies 
                                                how 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                grows 
                                                weary 
                                                Far 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                folks 
                                                at 
                                                home. 
                                                All 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                creation, 
                                                sadly 
                                                    I 
                                                roam, 
                                                Still 
                                                longing 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                plantation, 
                                                And 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                folks 
                                                at 
                                                home. 
                                                Chorus 
                                                All 
                                                'round 
                                                the 
                                                little 
                                                farm 
                                                    I 
                                                wandered 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                young, 
                                                Than 
                                                many 
                                                happy 
                                                days 
                                                    I 
                                                squander'd, 
                                                Many 
                                                the 
                                                songs 
                                                    I 
                                                sung. 
                                                Chorus 
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                playing 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                brother, 
                                                Happy 
                                                was 
                                                I, 
                                                Oh, 
                                                take 
                                                me 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                kind 
                                                old 
                                                mother, 
                                                There 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                live 
                                                and 
                                                die. 
                                                Chorus 
                                                One 
                                                little 
                                                hut 
                                                among 
                                                the 
                                                bushes, 
                                                One 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                love, 
                                                Still 
                                                sadly 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                mem'ry 
                                                rushes, 
                                                No 
                                                matter 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                rove. 
                                                Chorus 
                                                When 
                                                shall 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                bees 
                                                a-humming 
                                                All 
                                                round 
                                                the 
                                                comb? 
                                                When 
                                                shall 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                banjo 
                                                strumming 
                                                Down 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                good 
                                                old 
                                                home? 
                                                Chorus
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Gypsy Davy
2 Deep Blue Sea
3 New River Train
4 St.James Hospital
5 Erie Canal
6 St. Louis Blues
7 Boll Weevil
8 The Girl I Left Behind
9 When I First Came to This Land
10 The Titanic
11 Elanoy
12 Lady of Carlysle
13 My Good Man (Our Goodman)
14 Golden Vanity
15 Ain't it a Shame
16 Swanee River
17 Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child
18 The Boys from County Mayo
19 No Irish Need Apply
20 Paddy Works On the Railroad
21 Arkansas Traveler
22 When I Was Single
23 Wondrous Love
24 Ground Hog
25 Old Blue
26 She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain
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