Slave's Lament Letra

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 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