White folk s,
I'll sing for you,
nothin' else to do.
Spend my time a -pickin' on the banjo.
Hey, Bruddergum, my Bruddergum,
my Bruddergum's so fair.
All the yellow girls run and run,
tryin' to get a look of his hair.
Hard work all the day,
got no time to play.
Very fine for diggin' in the cornfield.
Hey, Bruddergum, my Bruddergum,
my Bruddergum's so fair.
All the yellow girls runnin' round,
tryin' to get a lock of his hair.
To the afternoon,
I thought I saw the moon.
Saw my true love
comin' through the gate break.
Hey, Bruddergum, my Bruddergum,
my Bruddergum's so fair.
All the yellow gals, round and round,
trying to get a lock of his hair.
I went one real fine day,
riding a one -horse sleigh.
I looked at the old horse
coming through the toll gate.
Hey, brother gone,
my brother gone,
my brother gone so fair.
All the yellow gals, round and round,
trying to get a lock of his hair.
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