Gum-Tree Canoe.Copied by permission ofRussell, & Tolman, 291 Washington St., Boston,owners of the copyright.On Tom bigbee river, so bright, I was born,In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn;An’ dar I fust met wid my Jula so true,An’ I row’d her about in my Gum-tree canoe.CHORUS.Singing row away, row,O’er de waters so blue,Like a feather we’ll float,In my Gum-tree canoe.All de day in de field de soft cotton I hoe,I tink of my Jula, an’ sing as I go;Oh, I catch her a bird wid a wing ob true blue,An’ at night sail her round in my Gum-tree canoe.Singing row away, row, &c.Wid my hands on de banjo, and toe on de oar,I sing to de sound ob de riber’s soft roar,While de stars dey look down on my Jula so true,An’ dance in her eye in my Gum-tree canoe.Singing row away, row, &c.But one night de stream bore us so far away,Dat we couldn’t cum back, so we thought we’d jis stay,Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue,An’ it took us in tow wid my Gum-tree canoe.Singing row away, row, &c.
Copied by permission ofRussell, & Tolman, 291 Washington St., Boston,owners of the copyright.
On Tom bigbee river, so bright, I was born,In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn;An’ dar I fust met wid my Jula so true,An’ I row’d her about in my Gum-tree canoe.CHORUS.Singing row away, row,O’er de waters so blue,Like a feather we’ll float,In my Gum-tree canoe.All de day in de field de soft cotton I hoe,I tink of my Jula, an’ sing as I go;Oh, I catch her a bird wid a wing ob true blue,An’ at night sail her round in my Gum-tree canoe.Singing row away, row, &c.Wid my hands on de banjo, and toe on de oar,I sing to de sound ob de riber’s soft roar,While de stars dey look down on my Jula so true,An’ dance in her eye in my Gum-tree canoe.Singing row away, row, &c.But one night de stream bore us so far away,Dat we couldn’t cum back, so we thought we’d jis stay,Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue,An’ it took us in tow wid my Gum-tree canoe.Singing row away, row, &c.
On Tom bigbee river, so bright, I was born,In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn;An’ dar I fust met wid my Jula so true,An’ I row’d her about in my Gum-tree canoe.CHORUS.Singing row away, row,O’er de waters so blue,Like a feather we’ll float,In my Gum-tree canoe.All de day in de field de soft cotton I hoe,I tink of my Jula, an’ sing as I go;Oh, I catch her a bird wid a wing ob true blue,An’ at night sail her round in my Gum-tree canoe.Singing row away, row, &c.Wid my hands on de banjo, and toe on de oar,I sing to de sound ob de riber’s soft roar,While de stars dey look down on my Jula so true,An’ dance in her eye in my Gum-tree canoe.Singing row away, row, &c.But one night de stream bore us so far away,Dat we couldn’t cum back, so we thought we’d jis stay,Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue,An’ it took us in tow wid my Gum-tree canoe.Singing row away, row, &c.
On Tom bigbee river, so bright, I was born,In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn;An’ dar I fust met wid my Jula so true,An’ I row’d her about in my Gum-tree canoe.
On Tom bigbee river, so bright, I was born,
In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn;
An’ dar I fust met wid my Jula so true,
An’ I row’d her about in my Gum-tree canoe.
CHORUS.
CHORUS.
Singing row away, row,O’er de waters so blue,Like a feather we’ll float,In my Gum-tree canoe.
Singing row away, row,
O’er de waters so blue,
Like a feather we’ll float,
In my Gum-tree canoe.
All de day in de field de soft cotton I hoe,I tink of my Jula, an’ sing as I go;Oh, I catch her a bird wid a wing ob true blue,An’ at night sail her round in my Gum-tree canoe.
All de day in de field de soft cotton I hoe,
I tink of my Jula, an’ sing as I go;
Oh, I catch her a bird wid a wing ob true blue,
An’ at night sail her round in my Gum-tree canoe.
Singing row away, row, &c.
Singing row away, row, &c.
Wid my hands on de banjo, and toe on de oar,I sing to de sound ob de riber’s soft roar,While de stars dey look down on my Jula so true,An’ dance in her eye in my Gum-tree canoe.
Wid my hands on de banjo, and toe on de oar,
I sing to de sound ob de riber’s soft roar,
While de stars dey look down on my Jula so true,
An’ dance in her eye in my Gum-tree canoe.
Singing row away, row, &c.
Singing row away, row, &c.
But one night de stream bore us so far away,Dat we couldn’t cum back, so we thought we’d jis stay,Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue,An’ it took us in tow wid my Gum-tree canoe.
But one night de stream bore us so far away,
Dat we couldn’t cum back, so we thought we’d jis stay,
Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue,
An’ it took us in tow wid my Gum-tree canoe.
Singing row away, row, &c.
Singing row away, row, &c.