I come from Alabama with my Banjo on my knee -- I'se gwine to Lou'iana with my true lub 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. I jump'd aboard the telegraph and trabbled down de ribber, De lectrick fluid magnified, and kill'd five hundred Nigga. De bulgine bust and de hoss ran off, I really though I'd die; I shut my eyes to hold my bref -- Susanna dont you cry. (Chorus) 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. (Chrous) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. OH, SWEET CONTENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TOM BOWLING ['S EPITAPH] by CHARLES DIBDIN CALVARY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 8. THE CABLE HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR A BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |