Carry me back to old virginny
That's where the cotton and corn and tatoes grow
Where all the birds warble sweet in the springtime
And where this old Acker's heart longs to go

Where I laboured so hard for a master
Day after day yes in the fields of yellow corn
No place on earth do I love more sincerely
Than old Virginny the place where I was born

Carry me back to old virginny
That's where the cotton and corn and tatoes grow
Where all the birds warble sweet in the springtime
And where this old Acker's heart longs to go

Where they laboured so hard for a master
Day after day yes in the fields of yellow corn
No place on earth do I love more sincerely
Than old Virginny yes the place where I was born

