GUM-TREE CANOE
Words by S. S. Steele; Music by A. F. Winnemore 1847
Banjo Tuned E, Key D Capo 1 ¾ Time
Gum Tree Canoe
Chorus: x 2 Singin[D]g row away, row,[G] o'er the waters so [D]blue,
Like a feather we sail in[A] our gum-tree c[D]anoe.
On To[D]mbigbee R[G]iver so bright I was b[D]orn,
In a hut made of h[G]usks of the tall yellow
[D]corn
And there I first[G] met with my Julia [D]so true
And I rowed her about in our g[A]um-tree ca[D]noe.
All the day in the field the soft cotton I hoe,
I think of my Julia and sing as I go,
Oh, I catch her a bird with a wing of true blue,
And at night sail her round in our gum-tree canoe.
With my hands on the banjo and toe on the oar,
I sing to the sound of the river's soft roar,
While the stars they look down at my Julia so true
And dance in her eye in our gum-tree canoe.
One night the stream bore us so far away
That we couldn't come back so we thought we'd just stay,
Oh, we spied a tall ship with a flag of true blue,
And it took us in tow with our gum-tree canoe.
Words by S. S. Steele; Music by A. F. Winnemore 1847
Banjo Tuned E, Key D Capo 1 ¾ Time
Gum Tree Canoe
Chorus: x 2 Singin[D]g row away, row,[G] o'er the waters so [D]blue,
Like a feather we sail in[A] our gum-tree c[D]anoe.
On To[D]mbigbee R[G]iver so bright I was b[D]orn,
In a hut made of h[G]usks of the tall yellow
[D]corn
And there I first[G] met with my Julia [D]so true
And I rowed her about in our g[A]um-tree ca[D]noe.
All the day in the field the soft cotton I hoe,
I think of my Julia and sing as I go,
Oh, I catch her a bird with a wing of true blue,
And at night sail her round in our gum-tree canoe.
With my hands on the banjo and toe on the oar,
I sing to the sound of the river's soft roar,
While the stars they look down at my Julia so true
And dance in her eye in our gum-tree canoe.
One night the stream bore us so far away
That we couldn't come back so we thought we'd just stay,
Oh, we spied a tall ship with a flag of true blue,
And it took us in tow with our gum-tree canoe.
