Prompt:
Stephen Foster wrote the original lyrics in 1847.
I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee
I'm going to Louisiana,
My true love for to see
It rained 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
For I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee
I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I thought I saw Susanna
A-coming down the hill
The buckwheat 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
For I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee
I came from Salem City
with my washpan on my knee
I'm going to California,
the gold dust for to see.
It rained all night the day I left,
the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Oh, brothers don't you cry.
Oh, Susannah, Oh, don't you cry for me
I'm going to California with my washpan on my knee.
I soon shall be in Frisco
and there I'll look around.
And when I see the gold lumps there,
I'll pick them off the ground.
I'll scrape the mountains clean, my boys,
I'll drain the rivers dry.
A pocketful of rocks bring home,
So, brothers don't you cry.
Response Required: Cover all parts.
- Choose two stanzas (poetry/musical paragraphs) to rewrite about BEES. Pick a character. Pick two. Whatever you do, stick with the rhythm and flow of the song's original lyrics. You can also listen to the song online in case you don't know it. (When you hear it, you'll smack yourself because you do actually know it.)
I can't take credit for this, but here's a sample from last year:
ReplyDeleteBluejay3 said...
I come from Tiburon
With my honey in a sack
I’m going to my wall
My despair will not come back
I cried all night
The day she left us
My cheeks they were so wet
From tears I cried
The moon was so bright
Like the night you died
April, please come home
Oh, my sister
I will cry for you
For you came from Tiburon
And half of my life is you
I had a dream the other night
While I looked so meek
I thought I saw my April
A-Coming through the creek
The honey cake
Of Mary Day
As she came
And walked by
She said I’m coming from heaven
May, please, don’t you cry
Oh, my sister
I will cry for you
For you came from Tiburon
And half of my life is you
I came from Sylvan
ReplyDeleteWith Rosaleen at my side
I’m going to Tiburon
To find where my mom was from
I had a dream of my mom
She was a roach
It scared me a bit but then I knew
That everything was fine
Oh, T. Ray,
I know you won’t cry for me
I come from sylvan
With Rosaleen at my side
I came from Sylvan,Carolina
ReplyDeleteWith gritz marks on my knees
I’m going to Tiburon
With nothing but a dream
The banana bread cake
Was in the oven
The tears were
In May’s eye
Says I, I’m coming for my aunt
Oh August don’t make me say goodbye
I came from Richmond, Virginia
ReplyDeletewith my baking pan on my knee
I'm going to my family,
the whole heaven to see.
You cried all night the day I left,
the policeman he was dry
The wall so filled, I chose my death,
Oh, sisters don't you cry.
Oh, dear sisters, Oh, don't you cry for me
I'm going to heaven with my baking pan on my knee.
I soon shall be with April
and there I'll look around.
And when I see the happiness there,
I'll look for you beneath heaven’s ground.
I'll bake the places clean, my girls,
Don’t cry the rivers dry.
A pocketful of bugs bring home,
So, sisters don't you cry.
~May
I come from Sylan
With bruised Rosaleen next to me
I'm going to Tiburon,
The black Mary for me to see
~Lily
Oh Dear august
ReplyDeleteOh don’t you cry for me
For I come to you from heaven
With April by my side
I had a dream the other night
When I was still up there
I though I was with you
But you really weren’t there
I come from Sylvan, Carolina
ReplyDeleteWith the black Mary with me
I'm going to Tiburon,
For the mean T-Ray to see.
It was sad that time,
The day April left
The whole wide world looked sad.
The tears I shed,
I was almost dead.
May, don't you cry.
Oh, August,
ReplyDeleteOh don't you cry for me
For I come from Tiburon
With my cookbook on my knee
I came from Tiburon
with my apron on my knee
I'm going to Heaven,
To be with Big Momma you see.
Zach was in jail the day I left,
the weather it was fine
The mood was so sad I got upset,
Oh, sisters don't you cry.
Oh, August, Oh, don't you cry for me
I'm going to Heaven with my cookbook on my knee.
I soon shall be in Heaven
and there I'll look around.
And when I see the Ma and Pa there,
I'll tell them you said “hi.”
I'll pick out some bananas, my girls,
I'll pick the banana trees dry.
A pocketful of memories to bring to Heaven,
So, sisters don't you cry.
I come from Carolina
ReplyDeleteWith a friend here at my side
I’m going to Tiburon
For my good mom was once here
It was a happy day
The day I left
The weather it was dry
It so nice
I loved her so
Oh Momma don’t you cry
Lily
Oh Great Sisters
Oh don’t you cry for me
For I come from Tiburon
With a wall right next to me
I got a call the other day
For it was oh so cold
I thought I heard a crazy tale
But then found out it was real
May
I come from Sylvan,
ReplyDeleteWith a nanny by my side,
I’m going to Tiburon,
To find out more about my life.
Oh, Rosaleen
Now don’t you go scaring me,
We both come from a crazy place,
We only have you and me
I walked to the water
ReplyDeleteWith a rock tied 'round my side
I'm going to go to heaven
With April I'll reside
I was weighed down
The day I left
With misery and woe
I missed April,
I wanted death
My sisters, don't you cry
Oh, my sisters
Please don't cry for me
For I'll be happier
With April here to see