The Slave's Lament Songtext
von Jean Redpath

It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me
Enthral for the lands of Virginia, ′gina, oh
Torn from that lovely shore and must never
See it more, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh

Torn from that lovely shore and must never
See it more, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh


All along that charming coast is no bitter snow
Or frost like the lands of Virginia, 'gina, oh
There streams forever flow and there flowers
Forever glow, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh

There streams forever flow and there flowers
Forever glow, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh

The burden I must bear while the cruel scourge
I fear in the lands of Virginia, ′gina, oh
And I think on friends most dear with a bitter
Bitter tear, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh

And I think on friends most dear with a bitter
Bitter tear, and alas, I am weary, weary, oh