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