| 'Mid the green fields of Virginny, dear, I met you
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| Where the roses red and white around us grew
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| When I held you in my arms and gently kissed you
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| The robin sang the sweetest song he knew
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| I’m longing for old Virginia
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| For old Virginia and you
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| And I’m hoping the soul within you
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| Is longing for me, too
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| To Virginia, just like an eye beam
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| My heart flames ever true
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| And I reckon in the spring I’ll bring a little ring
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| To old Virginia and you
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| Though tonight I’m far from you in old Virginia
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| I love you as I did that day in June
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| And when springtime comes again to old Virginia
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| I’ll build a little cottage just for two |