Celtic Lyrics Corner > Compilations > Scotland The Real > Slave's Lament
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Lyrics:
It was in sweet Senegal
That my foes did me enthrall
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
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 there flowers forever blow
And alas, I am weary, weary O
There streams forever flow
And there flowers forever blow
And alas, I am weary, weary O
Now the 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
And I think on friends most dear
With a bitter, bitter tear
And alas, I am weary, weary O