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Uploaded by on Jan 2, 2010

Piano Arrangement
and improvisations by
Erling Jan Sørensen
http://www.erlingmusic.dk/

Oh Susanna

Music & Lyrics by
Stephen Collins Foster (July 4, 1826 January 13, 1864)

I came from Alabama,
Wid my banjo on my knee,
I'm gwyne to Louisiana,
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.

Refrain: 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 comin down the hill;
The buck-wheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye;
Says I, "I'm coming from the South
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 soon will be in New Orleans
and then I'll look around
And when I find my gal Susanne,
I'll fall upon the ground
But if I do not find you there,
then I will surely die
And when I'm dead and buried,
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.

Anonym, gammel dansk oversættelse,

Jeg kom fra Alabama med min
Banjo i mit skød,
og gik til Louisiana
til min skat med kinden rød;
den kolde regn i strømme
flød langs vejens grus og ler,
dog solen skinned atter klar.
Susanna! græd ej mer!

Oh! Susanna! til frelse i din nød
kommer jeg fra alabama
med min banjo i mit skød

Forgangen nat, da hav og land
i tætte tåger lå,
jeg drømte, at Susanna kom
fra fjerne bjerge blå;
med "brød i mund" og gråd i blik
min pige kom mig nær:
Jeg gik til dig fra sydens land!
Susanna græd ej mer!

Oh! Susanna! til frelse i din nød
kommer jeg fra alabama
med min banjo i mit skød.

snart er jeg i New-orleans,
Jeg mønstrer pigers krans
og ser jeg der min skat, af fryd
jeg går fra sind og sans,
men hjertet brister vist af sorg,
når ej jeg hende ser,
når da jeg ligger i min grav, _
Susanna græd ej mer!

Oh! Susanna! til frelse i din nød
kommer jeg fra alabama
med min banjo i mit skød.

(Åh Susanne)

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