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 the darkey´s heart am longed 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 let me live ´till I wither and decay, Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered, There´s where this old darkies´ life am passed away.
Massa and misses, have long gone before me, Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore. There we´ll be happy and free from all sorrow, There´s where we´ll meet and we´ll never part no more.
Carry me back to old Virginny, There´s where the cotton and the corn and tators grow, There´s where the birds warble sweet in the spring time, There´s where the old darkies´ heart am longed to go.