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But union still gladdens our own sunny home, Whose bright blades and brave hearts will ever defend herr
And though wreck and disaster and ruin may come, While the bright sun shines o'er them they never will surrender. Let the foeman come on in his daring effrontery, Let him trample the loved soil we call our dear country, And for every fair flower that fades in his path, A proud heart shall bleed 'neath the sword of our wrath. |
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I WISH I WAS IN DIXIE'S LAND.
By Dan D. Emmett. [The music of this song can be obtained of Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass.)
I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land ! In Dixie land whar I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land !
Chorus.—Den I wish I was in Dixie-Hooray, hooray !
In Dixie land I'll took my stan'!
To lib an' die in Dixie Away, away,
Away down south in Dixie Away, away,
Away down south in Dixie. |
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