| On Tombigbee river so bright I was born
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| In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn
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| An dar I fust meet wid my Jula so true
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| An I row’d her about In my Gum Tree Canoe
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| Singing row away row, O’er the waters so blue
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| Like a feather we’ll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
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| All day in de field de soft cotton I hoe
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| I tink of my Jula an sing as I go
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| Oh I catch her a bird, wid a wing ob true blue
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| An at night sail her round in my Gum Tree Canoe
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| Singing row away
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| Wid my hands on de banjo and toe on de oar
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| I sing to de sound ob the rivers soft roar;
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| While de stars dey look down at my Jula so true
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| An' dance in her eye in my Gum Tree Canoe
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| Singing row away |