Away down south in de land ob cotton
Old times dar am not forgotten
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land where I was born in
Early on a frosty mornin'
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land.
cho: Den I wish I was in Dixie
Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
To lib and die in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Ole missus marry "Will de Weaber,"
William was a gay deceiber;
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land.
But 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 greab' er;
Look away, etc.
Ole missus acted de foolish part,
And died for a man dat broke her heart,
Look away, etc.
Now here's a health to the next old Missus,
An' all de gals dat want to kiss us;
Look away, etc.
But if you want to drive 'way sorrow,
Come and hear dis song tomorrow,
Look away, etc.
Dar's buckwheat cakes and Injun batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter;
Look away, etc.
Den hoe it down an' scratch your grabble,
To Dixie's Land I'm bound to trabble,
Look away, etc.
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Oh, Dixie the land of King Cotton,
The home of the brave and the free;
A nation by freedom begotten,
The terror of despots to be.
Wherever thy banner is streaming,
Base tyranny quails at thy feet;
And liberty's sunlight is beaming
In splendor of majesty sweet.
| CHORUS: Then three cheers for our Army so true,
Three cheers for our President too;
May our banner triumphantly wave
Over Dixie, the land of the brave!
When Liberty sounds her war rattle,
Demanding her right and her due,
The first land to rally to battle
Is Dixie, the home of the true.
Thick as leaves of the forest in summer,
Her brave sons will rise on each plain
And then strike till each vandal comer
Lies dead on the soil he would stain.
CHORUS
May the names of the dead that we cherish
Fill memory's cup to the brim;
May the laurels we've won never perish,
Nor our stars of their glory grow dim.
May our states of the South never sever
But companions of freedom e'er be;
May they flourish Confed'rate forever,
The boast of the brave and the free.
CHORUS
tune: Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean |
