DiXiE ~ Daniel Decatur Emmett

I wish I was in the land ob cotton, old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away! look away! look away! Dixieland.
In Dixieland wher I was born in early one frosty mornin'
Look away! look away! look away! Dixieland.
I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! Hooray! In Dixieland i'll take 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; Willyum was a gay deceber,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.
But when he put his around her, he smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.
His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaber, but dat did not seem to greaber.
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.
Old missus acted the foolish part, and died for a man dat broke her heart,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.
Now here's a health to de next old missus, and all de gals dat want to kiss us, Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.
But if you want to dribe my 'way sorrow, come and hear dis song tomorrow,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.
Das buckwheat cakes an' injun batter, makes you fat or a little fatter,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble, to Dixie's land i'm bound to trabble, Look away, look away, look away, Dixieland.

-Daniel Decatur Emmett
New York City 1859