OH, SUSANNA

Stephen Collins Foster
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1/ I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee,
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   I’m going from Louisiana my true loved one to see.

2/ It rained all night the day I left, the weather was so dry,
   The sun so hot I froze to death. Susanna, don’t you cry!

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

3/ I had a dream the other night when every thing was still.
   I thought I saw Susanna coming down the hill.

4/ A buckwheat cake was in her mouth. A tear was in her eye.
   I said to her: I’m coming, girl. Susanna, don’t you cry!

Ref: Oh, Susanna...

5/ Oh, I soon will be in New Orleans and then I look around.
   And when I find Susanna, I’ll fall upon the ground.

6/ But if I do not find her, then I will surely die.
   And when I’m dead and buried, Susanna, don’t you cry!

Ref: Oh, Susanna...

OH! SUSANNAH.

prapůvodní text z r.1847
1/ I cum from Lousianna, wid de banjo on my knee;
   I’m bound for Alabama, my own true lub to see.

2/ It thaw all night de week I left, de hailstone dey war dry	
   De sun so hot I froze alive, Susannah, don’t you cry.

Ref: Oh! Susannah, you must not cry for me,
     I’m cum from Lousianna wid de banjo on my knee;

3/ I stepp’d on board de lightengraph, an steer it by the trigger,
   My finger slip it bustified, and kill a tousand nigger.

4/ And den it was, my dearest lub, I tought dat I should die,
   I shut my ears to keep my breff, Susannah don’t you cry.

Ref: Oh! Susannah...

5/ I had a dream to-morrow night, when all de tings war still,
   I tought I see Susannah coming by de mill.

6/ She wore de robe ob mourning, and de tears war in her eye,
   Says I, here am your true lub, Susannah don’t you cry.

Ref: Oh! Susannah...

7/ I soon will be in de ole mobile, and dare I’ll look around,
   Oh, should I Find Susannah, I shall sink into de ground.

8/ But if I do not find her dis child will surely die,
   And when I’m cold and in my grave, Susannah don’t you cry.

Ref: Oh! Susannah...

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