De Floating Scow of Old Virginia
Charles White
1.
De floating scow ob ole Virginia,
Dat I worked from day to day,
A raking'mong de oyster beds,
To me it was but play.
CHORUS:
But now I'm old and feeble too,
I cannot work any more,
Oh carry me back to ole Virginia,
To ole Virginia shore.
Oh! carry me back to ole Virginia,
To ole Virginia shore.
2.
O, if I was but young again,
I would lead a different life,
And I'd save money, and buy a farm,
And take Dina for my wife;
But now old age, he holds me tight,
And my limbs are growing sore,
Den carry me back to ole Virginia,
To ole Virginia shore.
(CHORUS)
3.
Oh, When I'm dead and gone to roost,
Lay de ole banjo by my side,
Let de Possum and coon to de funeral go,
For dey was my only pride;
Den in soft repose, I take my sleep,
And I'll dream for eber more,
Dat carrying back to ole Virginia,
To ole Virginia shore.
(CHORUS)
