By Stephen C. Foster
(1826-1864)

I came 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, Oh! don't you cry for me,
I've come from Alabama, wid my banjo on my knee.

I jumped aboard de telegraph,
And trabbelled down de ribber,
De Lectrie 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.

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I had a dream de odder night
When ebery ting was still;
I thought I saw Susanna,
A coming down de hill.
De buckwheat cake war in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye,
Says I'm coming from de South,
Susanna, don't you cry.

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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 darkie'll surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried,
Susanna, don't you cry.

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