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'The Slave’s Lament—'

An Antislavery Ballad by Robert Burns


 

Robert Burns
'The Slave’s Lament—' (1792)

It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrall
   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!
      Torn from &c.

All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost,
   Like the lands of Virginia-ginia O;
There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,
   And alas! I am weary, weary O!
      There streams &c.

The 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 the bitter, bitter tear,
   And Alas! I am weary, weary O!
      And I think &c.

 


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