作曲 : Joel Sweeney/c.1850
 As I went up to Lynchburg town,
 I broke my yoke on de coaling hot ground;
 I drove from dare to bowling spring,
 And tried to mend that yoke and ring.
 O Jonny Boker, O Jonny Boker, do
 I drove from dare to Wright's ole shop
 Hollered to my driver and told him to stop;
 Says I, Mr Wright, has you got a yoke?
 He seized his bellows and blew up a smoke
 O Jonny Boker, O Jonny Boker, do
 Says I, Mr Wright, habn't got long for to stay
 He cotched up his hammer, knocked right away;
 Soon as he mended my staple and ring
 Says I, Mr Wright, do you charge any ting?
 O Jonny Boker, O Jonny Boker, do
 Says he to me I neber charge
 Unless de job is werry large;
 For little jobs dat is so small
 I neber charge any ting at all.
 O Jonny Boker, O Jonny Boker, do
 I drove from dar to Anthony's mill
 And tried to pull up dat are hill
 I whipped my steers and pushed my cart
 But I could not do, for to make a start.
 O Jonny Boker, O Jonny Boker, do
 I put my shoulder to the wheel
 Upon de ground I placed my heel;
 Den we make a mighty strain
 But all our efforts proved in vain.
 O Jonny Boker, O Jonny Boker, do
 Here come a waggoner driving by
 I sat on de ground and 'gan to cry;
 Says me to him some pity take
 And help me please for conscience sake.
 O Jonny Boker, O Jonny Boker, do
 Says he to me, I will help thee
 He took his horses out No. 3;
 I wiped from my eyes the falling tears
 He hitched his horses up to my steers.
 O Jonny Boker, O Jonny Boker, do
 Den he to me did much please
 He filled me up with so much ease
 His horses were so big and strong
 De way dey pulled dis cart along.
 O Jonny Boker, O Jonny Boker, do