Carry me back to old Virginny,
Theres where the cotton and the corn and taters grow,
Theres where the birds warble sweet in the spring time,
Theres where this old darkys heart am long to go.
Theres where I labored so hard for old massa,
Day after day 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,
There let me live till I wither and decay,
Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered,
Theres where this old darkys life am passed away.
Massa and misses have long gone before me,
Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore.
There well be happy and free from all sorrow,
Theres where well meet and well never part no more.
Carry me back to old Virginny,
Theres where the cotton and the corn and taters grow,
Theres where the birds warble sweet in the spring time,
Theres where this old darkys heart am long to go.