Slave’s Lament

It was in sweet Senegal
That my foes did me enthral
For the lands of Virginia o
Torn from that lovely shore
And must never see it more
And alas I am weary weary o

All on that charming coast
Is no bitter snow or frost
Like the lands of Virginia o
There streams forever flow
And the flowers forever grow
And alas I am weary weary o

This burden I must bear
While the cruel scourge i fear
In the lands of Virginia o
And I think on friends most dear
With a bitter bitter tear
And alas I am weary weary o

It was in sweet senegal
That my foes did me enthral
For the lands of Virginia o
Torn from that lovely shore
And must never see it more
And alas I am weary weary o