It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me
Enthral for the lands of Virginia, 'gina, oh
Torn from that lovely shore and must never
See it more, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh
Torn from that lovely shore and must never
See it more, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh
All along that charming coast is no bitter snow
Or frost like the lands of Virginia, 'gina, oh
There streams forever flow and there flowers
Forever glow, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh
There streams forever flow and there flowers
Forever glow, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh
The burden I must bear while the cruel scourge
I fear in the lands of Virginia, 'gina, oh
And I think on friends most dear with a bitter
Bitter tear, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh
And I think on friends most dear with a bitter
Bitter tear, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh
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