OH SUSANNA
Stephen Foster, 1847

I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee,
I'm going to Louisiana,
My true love for to see,
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


(BIS)

I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still,
I thought I saw Susanna there,
Acoming down the hill,
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye
Says: "I, 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 darkie'll surely die
And when I'm dead and buried
Susanna, don't you cry