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``DIXIE'' AND ``YANKEE DOODLE.''
I WAS born 'way down in ``Dixie,''
Reared beneath the Southern skies,
And they didn't have to teach me
Every ``Yankee'' to despise.
Reared beneath the Southern skies,
And they didn't have to teach me
Every ``Yankee'' to despise.
I was but a country youngster
When I donned a suit of gray,
When I shouldered my old musket,
And marched forth the ``Yanks'' to slay.
When I donned a suit of gray,
When I shouldered my old musket,
And marched forth the ``Yanks'' to slay.
Four long years I fought and suffered,
``Dixie'' was my battle cry;
``Dixie'' always and forever,
Down in ``Dixie'' let me die.
``Dixie'' was my battle cry;
``Dixie'' always and forever,
Down in ``Dixie'' let me die.
And to-night I'm down in ``Dixie,''
``Dixie'' still so grand and true;
But to-night I am appareled
In a uniform of blue.
``Dixie'' still so grand and true;
But to-night I am appareled
In a uniform of blue.
And to-night the band is playing;
'Tis not ``Dixie's'' strains I hear,
But the strains of ``Yankee Doodle''
Ring out strong and clear.
'Tis not ``Dixie's'' strains I hear,
But the strains of ``Yankee Doodle''
Ring out strong and clear.
Long I listen to the music;
By my side a comrade stands;
He's a ``Yank'' and I'm a ``Rebel,''
But we grasp each other's hands.
By my side a comrade stands;
He's a ``Yank'' and I'm a ``Rebel,''
But we grasp each other's hands.
Here together we united
'Way down South in ``Dixie'' stand,
And my comrade whispers softly,
``There's no land like `Dixie's land.' ''
'Way down South in ``Dixie'' stand,
And my comrade whispers softly,
``There's no land like `Dixie's land.' ''
But my eyes are filled with teardrops,
Tears that make my heart feel glad;
And I whisper to my comrade:
`` `Yankee Doodle' ain't so bad.''
Tears that make my heart feel glad;
And I whisper to my comrade:
`` `Yankee Doodle' ain't so bad.''
LAWRENCE PORCHER HEXT.
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