It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrall <br />For the lands of Virginia-ginia O; <br />Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more, <br />And alas! I am weary, weary O! <br />Torn from &c. <br /> <br />All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost, <br />Like the lands of Virginia-ginia O; <br />There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, <br />And alas! I am weary, weary O! <br />There streams &c. <br /> <br />The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear, <br />In the lands of Virginia-ginia O; <br />And I think on friends most dear with the bitter, bitter tear, <br />And Alas! I am weary, weary O! <br />And I think &c.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-slave-s-lament/
