Sho ez dat dar sun on high
Shine on me ter-day,
Dar gwine be a riber-rise,
Lis’n what I say!
’Fo’e de summer am done pas’
Dat dar Congaree
Am gwine over-flow dem banks,
Rushin’ ter de sea.
I does closely watch de signs,
En de wasp, fo’ true,
Biuldin’ higher up dis yeah
Dan she mos’ly do.
By dat nes’, so safe en high,
She done say ter me;
“Dar gwine be a rise dis yeah
Ob de Congaree.”