DANIEL DECATUR EMMETT
DIXIE.
I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
In Dixie Land where I was born in,
Early on a frosty mornin’,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Den I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land, I’ll take my stand,
To lib and die 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!
But when he put his arm around ’er,
He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
His face was as sharp as a butcher’s cleaber,
But dat did not seem to greab ’er;
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Old Missus acted de foolish part,
And died for a man dat broke her heart.
Look away! Look away! Look away!
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!
But if you want to drive ’way sorrow,
Come and hear dis song tomorrow,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dar’s buckwheat cakes an’ Injen batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter;
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
To Dixie’s Land I’m bound to trabble,
Look away! Look away! Look away!