- Eileen Wilson: [singing] Never thought my heart could be so yearny, Why did I decide to roam, Gotta take that sentimental journey, Sentimental journey home...
- Themselves: [singing] Carry me back to old, to old, to old, to old Virginny - that's my home -, That's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow - mostly corn, There's where the birds warble - bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb - sweet in the spring-time, There's where this ol' lonely heart of mine long to go, There's where I labored, labored so hard for old Massa, Day after day after day in the fields of yellow corn - more corn...