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the sve&039;s nt

it was sweet senegal that y foes did enthral,

for the nds of virgia,—gia, o:

torn fro that lovely shore, and t never see it ore;

and as! i a weary, weary o:

torn fro that lovely shore, and t never see it ore;

and as! i a weary, weary o

all on that charg ast is no bitter snow and frost,

like the nds of virgia,—gia, o:

there streas for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,

and as! i a weary, weary o:

there streas for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,

and as! i a weary, weary o:

the burden i t bear, while the cruel sur i fear,

the nds of virgia,—gia, o;

and i thk on friends ost dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,

and as! i a weary, weary o:

and i thk on friends ost dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,

and as! i a weary, weary o: