The Slaves Lament
Poems and Songs of Robert Burns 作者：Robert Burns 投票推荐 加入书签 留言反馈
the slave's lament
it was in sweet senegal that my foes did me enthral,
for the lands of virginia,—ginia, o:
torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more;
and alas! i am weary, weary o:
torn from that lovely shore, and 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 flowers for ever blow,
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:
it was in sweet senegal that my foes did me enthral,
for the lands of virginia,—ginia, o:
torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more;
and alas! i am weary, weary o:
torn from that lovely shore, and 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 flowers for ever blow,
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: