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.