On Tombigbee river so bright I was born, In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn, An dar I fust meet wid my Jula so true An I row'd her about In my Gum Tree Canoe Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue, Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe All 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 Wid my hands on de banjo and toe on de oar, I sing to de sound ob the rivers soft roar; While de stars dey look down at my Jula so true, An' dance in her eye in my Gum Tree Canoe. Singing row away