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DIXIE. 251 |
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And now, when traitor-hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it; —
Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation Stars be plucked by pirate nation ; —
Far away, &c.
Undimmed shall float that starry banner, Over Charleston and Savannah,
Far awav, &c. And Bunker Hill and Pensacola Own alike its mission holy ; —
Far away, &c.
Then sound the march ! We pledge devotion In our blood on land or ocean,
Far away, &c. Till every traitor in the nation Gains a Raman's elevation,
Far away, &c.
Yes, sound the march ! Our Northern freemen Turn not back for man or demon,
Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Until once more our banner, glorious, Waves over Dixie land victorious,
Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. |
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