[Verse]
It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral
For the lands of Virgini-oh!
Torn from that lovely shore and must never see it more
And, alas, I am weary, weary, weary, oh!
Torn from that lovely shore and must never see it more
And, alas, I am weary, weary, weary, oh!
[Verse]
All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost
Like the lands of Virgini-oh!
Their streams forever flow and their flowers forever blow
And alas I am weary, weary, weary, oh!
Their streams forever flow and their flowers forever blow
And, alas, I am weary, weary, weary, oh!
[Verse]
The burden I must fare, while the cruel scourge I fear
In the lands of Virgni-oh!
And I think on friends most dear with a bitter, bitter tear
And, alas, I am weary, weary, weary, oh!
And I think on friends most dear with a bitter, bitter tear
And, alas, I am weary, weary, weary, oh!
[Verse]
It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral
For the lands of Virgini-oh!
Torn from that lovely shore and must never see it more
And, alas, I am weary, weary, weary, oh!
Torn from that lovely shore and must never see it more
And, alas, I am weary, weary, weary, oh!
And, alas, I am weary, weary, weary, oh!
And, alas, I am weary, weary, weary, oh!
[Chorus]
Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
[Verse]
“Step in, young man, I know your face
It's nothing in your favour
A little time I'll give to you
Six months unto hard labour”
[Chorus]
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
[Verse]
At six o'clock our turnkey comes in
With a bunch of keys all in his hand
“Come, come, my lads, step up and grind
Tread the wheel til breakfast time”
[Chorus]
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
[Verse]
At eight o'clock our skilly comes in
Sometimes thick and sometimes thin
But, devil a word we must not say
It's bread and water all next day
[Chorus]
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
[Verse]
At half past eight the bell doth ring
Into the chapel we must swing
Down on our bended knees to fall
The Lord have mercy on us all
[Chorus]
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
[Verse]
At nine o'clock, the jangle rings
All on the trap, boys, we must spring
“Come, come, my lads, step up in time
The wheel to tread and the corn to grind”
[Chorus]
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
[Verse]
Now Saturday's come, I'm sorry to say
Sunday is our starvation day
Our hobnail boots and tin mugs too
They are not shined, they will not do
[Chorus]
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
[Verse]
Now six long months are over and past
And I will return to my bonny, bonny lass
I'll leave the turnkeys all behind
The wheel to tread and the corn to grind
[Outro]
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
To me Hip! fol the day, Hip! fol the day
Hip! fol the day, fol the digee, oh!
