In the swamps of old Virinia, far away
(Sunday, Aug 30, 1908)

In days of yore I remember the songs my old mammy used to sing
and the stories she told are not forgotten and often to my mind strange fancies bring.

She would tell about the bad man living all alone
who ate up naughty children never leaving hide or bone.
Then she'd tell about the ghosts and how they'd shriek and cry and moan
in the swamps of old Virginia far away.

Chorus
O! the moon never shines In the swamps of old Virginia
and the ghosts and the goblins never see the light of day
and the wind moans aloud and makes an awful flutter
in the swamps of old Virginia far away.

Thou' years have passed I remember the old man or house by the spring
where old mammy would get her healing water that brought relief to every ache or pain.

She would tell about the boogie man, dreadful man of old,
who caught the naughty children and they made a mighty load,
how he sold them to the lone man in his cabin down the road
in the swamps of old Virginia far away.