Written by S. S. STEELE
This Edition Published 1882 by Oliver Ditson & Co.

On Tombigbee river so bright I was born,
In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn,
And dar I fust met wid my Jula so true,
An' I row'd her about 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.

Wid my hands on de banjo and toe on de oar,
I sing to de sound ob de river's soft roar;
While de stars dey look down at my Jula so true,
An' dance in her eye in my Gum Tree Canoe.

One night de stream bore us so far away,
Dat we couldn't cum back, so we thought we 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.