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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Dis world was made in jis' six days,
An' finished up in various ways.
Look away! look away! look away! Dixie land!
Dey den make Dixie trim and nice,
And Adam called it "Paradise."
Look away! look away! look away! Dixie land!
Chorus:
Den I wish I was in Dixie; hooray, hooray!
In Dixie land we'll take our stand,
To lib and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie;
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
I wish I was in the land of cotton,
'Simmon * seed and sandy bottom;
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
In Dixie land, whar I was born in,
Early on a frosty mornin';
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
Old missus marry "Will de Weaber";
William was a gay deceiber;
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
When he put his arm around 'er
He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder;
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber,
But dat did not seem to grieb her;
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
* Often written, and usually sung, in the South, "cinnamon."
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