Give ear unto a Maid
That lately was betray'd
And sent into Virginny O
In brief I shall declare
What I have suffered there
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

When that first I came
To this Land of Fame
Which is called Virginny, O
The Axe and the Hoe
Have wrought my Overthrow
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

Five Years served I
Under Master Guy
In the Land of Virginny, O
Which made me for to know
Sorrow, Grief, and Woe
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

When my Dame says, Go
Then I must do so
In the Land of Virginny, O
When she sits at Meat
Then I have none to eat
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

The Cloaths that I brought in
They are worn very thin
In the Land of Virginny, O
Which makes me for to say
Alas, and Well-a-day
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

Instead of Beds of Ease
To lye down when I please
In the Land of Virginny, O
Upon a Bed of Straw
I lay down full of Woe
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

Then the Spider she
Daily waits on me
In the Land of Virginny, O
Round about my Bed
She spins her tender web
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

So soon as it is day
To work I must away
In the Land of Virginny, O
Then my Dame she knocks
With her Tinder-box
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

I have play'd my part
Both at Plow and at Cart
In the Land of Virginny, O
Billats from the Wood
Upon my back they load
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

Instead of drinking Beer
I drink the Water clear
In the Land of Virginny, O
Which makes me pale and wan
Do all that e'r I can
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

If my Dame says, Go
I dare not say no
In the Land of Virginny, O
The Water from the Spring
Upon my head I bring
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

When the Mill doth stand
I'm ready at command
In the Land of Virginny, O
The Morter for to make
Which made my heart to ake
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

When the Child doth cry
I must sing, By a by
In the Land of Virginny, O
No rest that I can have
Whilst I am here a Slave
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

A thousand Woes beside
That I do here abide
In the Land of Virginny, O
In misery I spend
My time that hath no end
When that I was weary
weary, weary, weary, O

Then let Maids beware
All by my ill-fare
In the Land of Virginny, O
Be sure thou stay at home
For if you do here come
You will all be weary
weary, weary, weary, O

But if it be my chance
Homewards to advance
From the Land of Virginny, O
If that I once more
Land on English Shore
I'll no more be weary
weary, weary, weary, O