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