STEPHEN FOSTER MEDLEY

LYRICS

Jeanie With the Light Brown Hair
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair
Borne like a vapour on the summer air
I see her tripping where the bright stream play
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.

Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour,
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o’er
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating like a vapour on the soft, summer air.

Camptown Races
Camptown ladies sing this song, doodah doodah
The Camptown race track five miles long, oh doo-dah day
I came down there with my hat caved in, doodah doodah
I go back home with my pocket full of tin, oh doo-dah day

The long tail filly and the big black hoss, doodah doodah
They fly the track and they both cut across, oh doo-dah da
The blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole, doodah doodah
He can’t touch bottom with a ten-foot pole, oh doo-dah day

Goin’ to run all night, goin’ to run all day
I’ll bet my money on the bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay.

Ol’ muley cow come on the track, doodah doodah
The bob-tail fling her o’er his back,  oh doo-dah day
then fly along like a railroad car, doodah doodah
Runnin’ a race with a shootin’ star,  oh doo-dah day

Goin’ to run all night, goin’ to run all day
I’ll bet my money on the bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay.

My Old Kentucky Home
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
‘Tis summer, all cares fly away
Well, the corn top’s ripe and the meadow’s in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day

The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, and happy and bright;
By ‘n by hard times come a-knockin’ at my door
Then my old Kentucky home, good night
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away.

Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day
Lulled by the moonlight, have all passed away

Beautiful dreamer, Queen of my song
List while I woo thee with soft melody
Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me

Oh, Susannah
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
I’se goin’ to Louisiana now, my true love for to see

It did rain all night the day I left, he weather it was dry
The sun was so hot I froze myself, Susanne, don’t you go on and cry

Oh, Susannah, Oh! don’t you cry for me
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee

I had myself a dream the other night, when everything was still
I thought I saw Susanne dear a-comin’ down the hill

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye;
I says I’s comin’ from the south, Susanne, don’t you cry

Oh, Susannah, Oh! don’t you cry for me
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee

Stephen Foster, adapted by Jon Washburn