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...BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE IN THE SHADOWS: 19 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE THE BUILDERS OF THE ARK by MARIA ABDY A SOUTHERN NIGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE FRONTIER GUARD by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG THE LAY OF SAINT MEDARD; A LEGEND OF AFRIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |