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: