We're Marching Down to Dixie's Land

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We’re Marching Down to Dixie’s Land

Good news, good news, from Dixie’s Land,
From Dixie’s land, from Dixie’s land;
The rebel cause is at a stand,
And treason’s going down.
The rebels sing another song,
In Dixie’s land, in Dixie’s land;
They find they pitch’d the first one wrong,
And treason’s going down.
We’ve struck the poison snake a blow.
In Dixie’s land, in Dixie’s land,
Secession stock is running low,
And treason’s going down!

Dupont and Sherman took a sail,
To Dixie’s land, to Dixie’s land,
With little stores of iron hail,
To put rebellion down:
They called to see Miss Caroline,
In Dixie’s land, in Dixie’s land,
Found Beaufort harbor mighty fine
To put rebellion down;
With shot and shell, and Yankee trick,
In Dixie’s land, in Dixie’s land,
They put the rogues to double quick,
And treason shall go down!

They sent two Envoys Plenipo,
From Dixie’s land, from Dixie’s land,
To Jonny Bull and John Crapeau,
Lest treason should go down;
They rowed about from shore to shore,
In Dixie’s land, in Dixie’s land,
Till John Bull lent a helping oar,
Lest treason should go down;
A gallant plucky Commodore,
From Yankee land, from Yankee land,
Just bagged them both, though John Bull swore,
And treason shall go down;

John Bull is in a growling mood,
For Dixie’s land, for Dixie’s land,
He’d help the rebels if he could,
Lest treason should go down,
We’ve whipped him twice, if he’ll call again,
On sea or land, on sea or land,
He’ll find us stocked with pluck and men,
And treason shall go down;
John Bull we’ll meet as friend or foe,
On sea or land, on sea or land,
We love his smiles, we dare his blow,
But treason shall go down!

A valiant man is General Bragg,
In Dixie’s land, in Dixie’s land,
He fondly thought to trail our flag,
And capture Col. Brown;
With shot and shell he blazed away,
In Dixie’s land, in Dixie’s land,
But soon he found it sorry play,
The flag would not come down;
Old Harvey Brown cut short his fun,
In Dixie’s land, in Dixie’s land,
And boasting Bragg cut stick and run,
And treason shall go down!

March on, march on, our cause is just,
To Dixie’s land, to Dixie’s, land,
With loyal hearts and God our trust,
To put rebellion down;
The blood of martyred brothers cries
From Dixie’s land, from Dixie’s land,
Avenge, avenge our sacrifice,
And put rebellion down.
The trumpet sounds, the war cry rings,
In Dixie’s land, in Dixie’s land;
Mid clashing steel each brave heart springs,
To put rebellion down!

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