by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
The slave's lament
Language: English
Available translation(s): FRE
It was in sweet Senegal That my foes did me enthral, For the lands of Virginia--ginia O ! Torn from that lovely shore, I must never see it more, And alas! I am weary, weary O! All on that charming coast Is no bitter snow and frost, Like the lands of Virginia--ginia O; There streams for ever flow And there flow'rs 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!
Confirmed with The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Cambridge edition, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1897, page 246.
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Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "The slave's lament" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "The slave's lament", Hob. XXXIa no. 137, JHW. XXXII/2 no. 137. [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Complainte de l'esclave ", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani , Pierre Mathé [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2013-03-25
Line count: 18
Word count: 108