Carry me back to old Virginny. There's where the cotton and corn and taters grow. There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring-time. There's where this old darkey's heart am long'd to go.
There'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 Virginny, the state where I was born.
Carry me back to old Virginny. There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow; There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring-time. There's where this old darkey's heart am long'd to go.
There'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 Virginny, the state where I was born.
Now won't You carry me back to old Virginny. There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow; There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring-time. There's where this old darkey's heart am long'd to go.
There'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 Virginny, the state where I was born.