Chorus
Oh! Susanna, oh don't you cry for me
For I'm goin' to Lousiana wid my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream de odder night, when ev'ry thing was still
I thought I saw Susanna a-comin' down de hill
De buckwheat cake was in her mouth, de tear was in her eye
Says I, I'm comin' from de South, Susanna don't you cry.

Chorus

I soon will be in New Orleans, and den I'll look all 'round
And when I find Susanna I'll fall upon de ground
But if I do not find her, dis darkie'll surely die
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't your cry.