Coll. by M.C. Parler
Mrs. Bertha Lauderdale Fayetteville, Ark.
Dee. 5, 1959
Reel 319, Item 9
The Gum-Tree Canoe
("My father used to ride me on his foot up and down and sing this to me when I was quite small.")
On the Tombigbee River so bright I was born,
In a little log hut in the tall yaller corn,
It was there that I met with my Julie so true,
And I took her to ride in my gum-tree canoe.
We row, we row, o’er the waters so blue,
Like a feather we float in my gum-tree canoe.
It’s all the day long the soft cotton I hoe,
And I think of my Julie along as I go;
At night I catch a bird on my wing of true-blue,
And I take her to ride in my gum-tree canoe.
With my hand on my banjo, my foot on the floor,
It’s sololy (?) we play the soft waters o’er;
The angels look down on my Julie so true,
And a-dancing they ride in my gum-tree canoe.
We rode for the east, and we rode for the bay,
We couldn’t get back so we had for to stay,
Along came a ship with a flag of true-blue,
And took us along in our gum-tree canoe.
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