English poem
My Brodder Gum
by Stephen Foster (1826–1864)
White folks, I'll sing for you, Nuffin else to do, Spend my time a pickin' on de banjo! Hey! Brudder Gum. Chorus: My Brudder Gum, My Brudder Gum so fair, All da yaller galls runin' 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. Chorus:
Tudder afternoon, I thought I saw de moon, Saw my true lub comin' through de cane-brake, Hay! Brudder Gum. Chorus:
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. Chorus: