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DIXIE SO DEAR
There's a little log cabin in Dixie,
In Dixie, in Dixie so dear, And often I think of the sunflower
And often I wish I was near; There's a river that flows just beside it,
There's a wood that is open and clear, And often I wish I was in it—
In Dixie, in Dixie so dear.
The face of my mother before me
The children at play on the floor, Are things that I often remember
And things that I often adore; The lark has a nest in the wildwood,
The voice of the cushat is near, And often I wish I was in it,
In Dixie, in Dixie so dear. |
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