| Swanee
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| How I love you, how I love you
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| My dear old Swanee
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| I’d give the world to be
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| Among the folks, way back in
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| G i x i, even a man, man me, I
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| She’s waiting for me, praying for me, down
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| By the Swanee
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| The folks up north, they’ll see me no more
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| When I get to that Swanee shore
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| Swanee
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| Swanee
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| I’m coming back home to Swanee
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| Mammy, my mammy, I love the old folks at home
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| I’ve been away from you a long time
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| I never thought I’d miss you so
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| Somehow I feel, our love was real
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| Near you, I want to be
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| The birds are singing it is summertime
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| I hear that banjo soft and low
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| Somehow I feel, our love was real
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| Swanee, I love you so
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| My, how I love you, how I love you
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| My dear old Swanee
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| I’d give the world to be
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| Among the folks, way back in
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| G i x i, even a man, man me, I
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| She’s waiting for me, praying for me, down
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| By the Swanee
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| The folks up north, they’ll see me no more
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| When I get to that Swanee; |
| I get to that Swanee;
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| I get to that Swa-nee shore |