Song

De old place on de Ches'peake Bay Is in my heart to-night-- I hopes to git back d'yar some day, An' hongers for de sight.

Dee come an' tole me I was free, An' all my work was done; I left dem whar was good to me, An' now I 'se all alone.

De name of ole Virginia Is sweet as rain in drouf-- Oh! Master, say, has you been dy'ar? Hit 's way down in de Souf.

De grass dat grows 'pon top de hill De ones I love does hide, I pray de Lord to spyah me still To sleep dyar by dee side.

De ole plantation 's sole an' all, But sometime dee will come, An' I will hear Brer Gabrull call, To fetch de ole man home.

De name ob ole Virginia Is sweet as rain in drouf-- Oh! Master, say, has you been dy'ar? Hit 's way down in de Souf.