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Susanna
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(published by W. C. Peters & Co., Cincinnati, 1848)
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orginal version
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C. Holt, Jr., N.Y. (1848) - not authoritative
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Susanna (orginal version)
1.
I come from Alabama with my Banjo on my knee--
I’se gwine to Lou’siana my true lub for to see.
It rain’d all night de day I left, de wedder it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to def-- Susanna, dont you cry.
Chorus:
Oh! Susanna, do not cry for me;
I come from Alabama, wid my Banjo on my knee.
2.
I jump’d aboard the telegraph and trabbeled down de ribber,
De lectrie fluid magnified, and kill’d five hundred Nigga.
De bullgine bust, de hoss ran off, I really thought I’d die;
I shut my eyes to hold my bref-- Susanna, dont you cry.
Chorus:
3.
I had a dream de udder night, when ebry ting was still;
I thought I saw Susanna dear, a coming down de hill.
De buckweat cake was in her mouf, de tear was in her eye,
I says, I’se coming from de souf,  -- Susanna, dont you cry.
Chorus:
 
Oh! Susanna (not authoritative version)
1.
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 frose to death; Susanna, dont you cry.
Chorus:
Oh! Susanna, Oh! dont you cry for me,
I’ve come from Alabama, wid my banjo on my knee.
2.
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 realy thought I’d die;
I shut my eyes to hold my breath, Susanna, dont you cry.
Chorus:
3.
I had a dream de odder night when ebery ting was still;
I thought I saw Susanna, a coming down de hill.
The buckwheat cake war in her mouth, the tear was in her eye,
Says I’m coming from de South, Susanna, dont you cry.
Chorus:
4.
I scon will be in New Orleans, and den I’ll look all round,
And when I find Susanna, I’ fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, dis darkie ’I surely die,
And when I’m dead and buried, Susanna, dont you cry.
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