Oh! Susanna S. Foster I came from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee, I'm g'wan to Lousiana 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. Oh Susanna, oh don't you cry for me, I've come from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee. 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, don't you cry. I soon will be in New Orleans, And den I'll look all round And when I find Susanna I'll fall upon the ground. But if I do not find her, Dis man I surely die, And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry.