On the topic of canoes I'll post this beautiful song by the late John Hartford (hope no one minds).

On Tombigbee river so bright I was born,
In a hut made of husks of the tall yaller corn,
An there I first met with my Julia so true
An I row'd her about In my Gum Tree Canoe

Chorus:
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue,
Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe

All day in the field of 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,
An at night sail her round in my Gum Tree Canoe.
Singing row away

Chorus

With my hands on the banjo and toe on the oar,
I sing to the sound of the rivers soft roar;
While the stars they look down at my Julia so true,
An' dance in her eye in my Gum Tree Canoe.
Singing row away


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