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It was in sweet Senegal |
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That my foes did me enthral |
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For the lands of Virginia o |
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Torn from that lovely shore |
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And must never see it more |
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And alas I am weary weary o |
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All on that charming coast |
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Is no bitter snow or frost |
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Like the lands of Virginia o |
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There streams forever flow |
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And the flowers forever grow |
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And alas I am weary weary o |
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This burden I must bear |
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While the cruel scourge i fear |
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In the lands of Virginia o |
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And I think on friends most dear |
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With a bitter bitter tear |
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And alas I am weary weary o |
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It was in sweet senegal |
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That my foes did me enthral |
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For the lands of Virginia o |
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Torn from that lovely shore |
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And must never see it more |
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And alas I am weary weary o |
