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Yet are ye safe who join our singing, " The Union — it shall never die ! " Arise, arise, ye brave, &c.
BY T. M. COOLEY.
A WAY down South, where grows the cotton, 'Seventy-six seems quite forgotten; Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. And men, with Rebel shout and thunder, Tear our good old flag asunder,
Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Then we 're bound for the land of Dixie!
Hurrah ! hurrah! In Dixie land we '11 take our stand,
And plant our flag in Dixie ! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! * Away, away, away down South in Dixie !
That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot-fathers bore it,
Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory,
Far away, &c.