Carry me back to Old Virginny!
There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow.
There's where the birds warble sweetly, in spring time,
That's where this old darkie's heart still longs to go.
There's where I labored so hard for Old Massa,
Year after year, in the fields of yellow corn.
No place on Earth do I love more sincerely
Than old Virginny, the place where I was born