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