MUSIC
Oh, Dixie, the land of King Cotton,
The home of the brave and the free;
A nation by freedom begotten,
The terror of despots to be.
Wherever thy banner is streaming,
Base tyranny quails at thy feet;
And liberty's sunlight is beaming
In splendor of majesty sweet.
CHORUS: Then three cheers for our Army so true,
Three cheers for our President too;
May our banner triumphantly wave
Over Dixie, the land of the brave!
When Liberty sounds her war rattle,
Demanding her right and her due,
The first land to rally to battle
Is Dixie, the home of the true.
Thick as leaves of the forest in summer,
Her brave sons will rise on each plain
And then strike till each vandal comer
Lies dead on the soil he would stain.
CHORUS
May the names of the dead that we cherish
Fill memory's cup to the brim;
May the laurels we've won never perish,
Nor our stars of their glory grow dim.
May our states of the South never sever
But companions of freedom e'er be;
May they flourish Confed'rate forever,
The boast of the brave and the free.
CHORUS
Thanks to Dean Fowler of
ReWEP Associates
for creating the MIDI file of Dixie, the Land of King Cotton.
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