the ve'snt

it was in sweet senegal that foes did enthral,

for thends of virginia,—ginia, o:

torn frothat lovely shore, and st never see it re;

and s! i aweary, weary o:

torn frothat lovely shore, and st never see it re;

and s! i aweary, weary o.

all on that charng coast is no bitter snow and frost,

like thends of virginia,—ginia, o:

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