by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

My Brodder Gum
Language: English 
White Folks I'll sing for you, 
Nuffin else to do, 
Spend my time a pickin on de banjo, Hay! 
Brodder Gum. 

My Brodder Gum, 
My Brodder Gum so fair, 
All de yaller galls runnin round, 
Try to get a lock ob his hair. 

Hard work all de day, 
Hab no time to play, 
Berry fine time a diggin in the cornfield, Hay! 
Brudder Gum. 

Tudder afternoon, 
I thought I saw de moon, 
Saw my true lub comin through de cane-brake, 
Hay!  Brudder Gum. 

Went one berry fine day, 
To ride in a one horse sleigh, 
Hollow'd to de old hoss comin through de toll gate, 
Hay!  Brudder Gum.

Note: the original text has multiple spellings of the word “brother."


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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 21
Word count: 109