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