and s! i am weary, weary o:

there streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,

and s! i am weary, weary o:

the burden i must bear, while the cruel scourge i fear,

in thends of virginia,—ginia, o;

and i think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,

and s! i am weary, weary o:

and i think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,

and s! i am weary, weary o: