THE STAR OF THE WEST.

Charleston Mercury.

Dixie.

I wish I was in de land o’ cotton,
Old times dair ain’t not forgotten—
Look away, etc.
In Dixie land whar I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin’—
Look away, etc.

Chorus—Den I wish I was in Dixie.

In Dixie land dat frosty mornin’,
Jis ’bout de time de day was dawnin’—
Look away, etc.
De signal fire from de East bin roarin’,
Rouse up, Dixie, no more snorin’—
Look away, etc.
Chorus.

Dat rocket high a-blazing in de sky,
’Tis de sign dat de snobbies am comin’ up nigh—
Look away, etc.
Dey bin braggin’ long, if we dare to shoot a shot,
Dey comin’ up strong and dey’ll send us all to pot,
Fire away, fire away, lads in gray.
Chorus.