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    Robert Burns
    'The Slavees 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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