Zaza, The Female Slave

O, my country, my country! How long I for thee, Far over the mountain, Far over the sea. Where the sweet Joliba, Kisses the shore, Say, shall I wander By thee never more? Where the sweet Joliba kisses the shore, Say, shall I wander by thee never more. Say, O fond Zurima, Where dost thou stay? Say, doth another List to thy sweet lay? Say, doth the orange still Bloom near our cot? Zurima, Zurima, Am I forgot? O, my country, my country, how long I for thee, Far over the mountain, far over the sea. Under the baobab Oft have I slept, Fanned by sweet breezes That over me swept. Often in dreams Do my weary limbs lay 'Neath the same baobab, Far, far away. O, my country, my country, how long I for thee, Far over the mountain, far over the sea. O, for the breath Of our own waving palm, Here, as I languish, My spirit to calm- O, for a draught From our own cooling lake, Brought by sweet mother, My spirit to wake. O, my country, my country, how long I for thee, Far over the mountain, far over the sea.