THE
SLAVE'S LAMENT
By Robert Burns
FRANCIS MEYNELL: Slaves
Below Deck of Albanez.
Africans endured the transatlantic voyage on a Spanish slave
ship.
It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral,
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;
And alas! I am weary, weary O.
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,
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
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,
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
Footnote : The last of our mini
series of songs by our National Bard, Robert Burns, to mark
his death (21 July 1796) and funeral (25 July 1796). I was
reminded of this beautiful song by the recent visit of
President Bush to Senegal.
