Dixie's Land

H. DE MARSHAN. DEALER [ILL] SONGS. TOY BOOKS & C. No 54 CHATHAM. NY.

Dixie’s Land.

I wish I was in Baltimore,
I’d make Secession-traitors roar,
Away—away—away—away.

Away—away;
Away down south in Dixie’s land,
Away down south in Dixie.

They want to have a revolution,
But we’ll fight for the Constitution;
Away—away, &c.

Jeff Davis has made a big fuss,
He says he’s spoiling for a muss,
Away—away, &c.
I guess he’d better mind his eye,
Or else we’ll hang him up to dry.
Away—away, &c.

When we go down to Baltimore,
They’ll simmer down and say no more:
Away—away, &c.
We’ll take our bowie knife and gun,
And shoot each traitorous mother’s son,
Away—away, &c.

We’ll put the the traitors all to rout,
I’ll bet my boots we’ll whip’ em out;
Away—away, &c.

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