SLAVE’S LAMENT    (Robert Burns)
 

It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral
For the lands of Virginia-ginia-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-ginia-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-ginia-o
And I think on friends most dear with a bitter bitter tear
And alas I am weary weary-o

Last updated Saturday 27 August 2005.

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