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"Oh! Susanna." by Stephen Foster. Performed by Dear  Friends, concert, Smithsonian Institution, Baird Auditorium,  1988.
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Performed by Dear  Friends, concert, Smithsonian Institution, Baird Auditorium,  1988. Richard Walker, tenor; Kate Young, soprano; Jean Thomas, alto;  James Ferla, guitar; Mark Graf, piano Dear Friends Ensemble for American  Music, Pittsburgh, PA

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Lyrics

The traditional lyrics are arranged in four verses:

I came from Alabama, Wid a banjo on my knee,

I'm gwyne 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,

cos' I've come from Alabama, Wid my banjo on my knee

I jumped aboard the telegraph, And trabbled down the riber,

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.

CHO: Oh Susanna &c.

I had a dream the odder night, When ebery thing was still

I thought I saw Susanna A Coming down de hill;

The buck-wheat cake was in her mouth, The tear was in her eye;

Says I, "I'm coing from de south, Susanna, don't you cry."

CHO: Oh Susanna &c.

I soon will be in New Orleans, And den I'll look all round,

And When I find Susanna, I will fall upon de ground.

And If I do not find her, Dis Darkie'l surely die,

And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry.

CHO: Oh Susanna &c.

Because the second verse and colloquialisms were racist, modern verses have changed to be less offensive:

I come from Alabama with a 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, don't you cry for me

cos' I come from Alabama

With my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night when everything was still,

I thought I saw Susanna coming up the hill,

A buck wheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye,

I said I'm coming from the south, Susanna don't you cry.

I soon will be in New Orleans and then I'll look around

And when I find my Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground

But if I do not find her, this man will surely die

And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't you cry.
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