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DIXIE.
(The Original Words.)
I wish I was in the land of 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 one frosty mornin',
Look away, look away—look away, Dixie land.
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!
Old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away, look away—look away, Dixie land.
In Dixie land where I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin',
Look away, look away—look away, Dixie land.
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!
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Ole missus marry "Will-de-weaber,"
William was a gay deceaber;
Look away, etc.
But when he put his arms around 'er,
He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,
Look away, etc.
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.
Den I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray! etc.
William was a gay deceaber;
Look away, etc.
But when he put his arms around 'er,
He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,
Look away, etc.
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.
Den I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray! etc.
Now here's a health to the next ole missus,
And all the gals that want to kiss us,
Look away, etc.
But if you want to drive 'way sorrow,
Come and hear dis song to-morrow,
Look away, etc.
Den I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray! etc.
And all the gals that want to kiss us,
Look away, etc.
But if you want to drive 'way sorrow,
Come and hear dis song to-morrow,
Look away, etc.
Den I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray! etc.
Dars buckwheat cakes and ingen batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter;
Look away, etc.
Den hoe it down and scratch and grabble,
To Dixie's land I'm bound to trabble;
Look away, etc.
Den I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray! etc.
Makes you fat or a little fatter;
Look away, etc.
Den hoe it down and scratch and grabble,
To Dixie's land I'm bound to trabble;
Look away, etc.
Den I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray! etc.
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