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OLD FRIEND RIVER Old friend river let me drift once more,
To my Mammie's cabin, long the Mississippi's shore, Where the swaying willows sing a soothing lullaby,
To the darky chillun 'neath a southern sky.
I can hear my Mammie's singing songs I used to know, 'Bout the Swannee River and Ole Black Joe,
I can see the melons on the watermelon vine,
My poor heart keeps longin' for that river home of mine.
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