Carry me back to old Virginie
That’s where the cotton and the corn and ‘tatoes grow.
That’s where the birds wharble sweet in the springtime.
That’s where this old darkey’s hearts am longed to go.
That’s where I labored so hard for old Massa,
Day after day in the field of yellow corn.
No place on earth do I love more sincerely
Than old Virginie
The state where I was born.
Carry me back to old Virginie
There let me live till I wither and decay
Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered
That’s where this old darkey’s life will pass away
Massa and Missis have gone on before me
Soon we will meet on that bright and happy shore
There we’ll be happy and free from all sorrow
There where we’ll meet and we’ll never part no more. |