The Slave's Lament

The Slave's Lament by Robert Burns

An enslaved speaker, torn from Senegal and taken to Virginia, laments never seeing home again. Remembering Senegal’s flowing streams and flowers, the speaker contrasts them with Virginia’s snow and frost, fears the scourge, and weeps for dear friends.

By Robert Burns · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Dramatic Monologue · 254 words

First lines

It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, / For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: / Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; / And alas! I am weary, weary O: / Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more; / And alas! I am weary, weary O.

All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost, / Like the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: / There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, / And alas! I am weary, weary O: / There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow, / And alas! I am weary, weary O:

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slavery · forced displacement · homesickness · Senegal · Virginia · forced labor

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