Dixie’s Land

Standard

The lyrics to this one were written for a minstrel show, and thus are laden with a lot of negro dialect. The original sheet music included five verses, shown below, most of which I am unfamiliar.  It seems that the first and last are the most common today. The lyric of the middle verses, and its star-crossed romance isn’t featured much at all.

Of course, the song is associated with the Civil War, and the south, and is often denounced because of its association them both. But perhaps we should take a page from Abraham Lincoln, who, though from the north, expressed a special liking to this song of the south, and thus showed a sympathy and reconciliation with the people of that land.

While we don’t need to forget, we also don’t need to continually persecute for past acts, as if our lack of vigilance might bring those times back again.

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,

Old times dar am not forgotten;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

In Dixie Land whar I was born in,

Early on one frosty mornin’

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

Chorus

Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!

In Dixie Land I’l  took my stand, To lib and die in Dixie,

Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie.

Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie.

Old Missus marry “Will-de-weaber,”

Willium was a gay deceaber;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

But when he put his arm around’er,

He smiled as fierce as a ‘forty-pound’er

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

Chorus

His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaber,

But dat did not seem to greab’er;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

Old Missus acted de foolish part,

And died for a man dat broke her heart,

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

Chorus

Now here’s a health to the next old Missus,

An all de galls dat want to kiss us;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

But if you want to drive ‘way sorrow,

Come and hear dis song to-morrow.

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

Chorus

Dar’s buck-wheat cakes and ‘Ingen batter,

Makes you fat or a little fatter;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

Den hoe it down an scratch your grabble,

To Dixie land I’m bound to trabble.

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.

Chorus

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