| Carry me back to old Virginny,
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| There’s where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,
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| There’s where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
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| There’s where the old darke’ys heart am long’d to go,
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| There’s where I labored so hard for old massa,
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| Day after day in the field of yellow corn,
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| No place on earth do I love more sincerely
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| Than old Virginny, the state where I was born.
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| Carry me back to old Virginny,
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| There’s where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,
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| There’s where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
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| There’s where this old darkey’s heart am long’d to go.
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| Carry me back to old Virginny,
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| There let me live 'till I wither and decay,
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| Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered,
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| There’s where this old darke’ys life will pass away.
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| Massa and missis have long gone before me,
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| Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore,
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| There we’ll be happy and free from all sorrow,
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| There’s where we’ll meet and we’ll never part no more. |