The Slave’s Lament

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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 that lovely shore, and must never see it more, ...

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 for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, ...

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 on friends most dear with the bitter, bitter tear, ...

Click to hear musical interpretations of "The Slave's Lament". Each "RealAudio" file size is about 115 kb.

verse1: Acapella

verse 2: Maraguena on Banjo

verse 3: Blues on Guitar


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