Glendy Burk
sł. i mel. oryg.: Stephen Foster Oh, the Glendy Burk is a mighty fast boat
I'll pack my duds and tote 'em on my back When the Glendy Burk comes down. And they sing the boatman's song. They burn the pitch and the pine-knot too For to shove the boat along. The smoke goes up and the engine roars And the wheel goes round and round. So fare thee well, I'll take a little trip When the Glendy Burk comes down.
I'll work all day in the rain, Till I find myself on the Levee Dock In New Orleans again. They make me work in the Hayfield here And knock my head with the flail. I'm "gwine" where they work with the sugar and the cane And they roll on the cotton bale.
I'll meet her on the way. I'll take her back to the sunny old South And there I'll make her stay. So don't you fret, my honey dear, Oh don't you fret, Miss Brown. I'll take you back 'fore the middle of the week, When the Glendy Burk comes down.
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