Carry me back to old Virginia,
There’s where the cotton, and the corn and taters grow,
There’s where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
There’s where this old darky’s heart longs to go.
There’s where I labored so hard for old Massa,
Day after day in the yellow corn,
No place on earth do I love more sincerely,
Than old Virginia, the state where I was born.
Carry me back to old Virginia,
There let me live until I decay,
Long by the old dismal swamp have I wandered,
There’s where this old darky’s life will pass away,
Massa and Missis have long gone before me,
Soon we will
