UNCLE REMUS AT THE TELEPHONE
“Yer ’tis, Miss Sally,” said Uncle Remus after listening a moment.
“Dey’s a mighty zooin’ gwine on in dar, en I dunner whe’er Mars John tryin’ ter scramble out, er whe’er he des tryin’ fer ter make hisself comfertuble in dar.”
“What did he say, Remus?”
“He up en low’d dat one un us wus a vilyun but dey wuz such a buzzin’ gwine on in dar dat I couldn’t ’zactly ketch the rights un it.”
Joel Chandler Harris
January Thirty-first
I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Cinnamon seed and sandy bottom;
Look away, away, away down South in Dixie.
Her scenes shall fade from my memory never;
For Dixie’s land hurrah forever!
Look away, away, away down South in Dixie.
Chorus:
I wish I was in Dixie;
Away, away;
In Dixie’s land I’ll take my stand,
And live and die in Dixie.
Away, away,
Away down South in Dixie.
Look away, away, away down South in Dixie.
Marie Louise Eve
(Version of “Dixie”)