I WISH I WAS IN DIXIE’S LAND.

By Dan D. Emmett.

[The music of this song can be obtained of Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass.]

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land!
In Dixie land whar I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin’,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land!

Chorus.—Den I wish I was in Dixie—
Hooray, hooray!
In Dixie land I’ll took my stan’!
To lib an’ die in Dixie
Away, away,
Away down south in Dixie
Away, away,
Away down south in Dixie.

Ole Missus marry “Will-de-Weaber,”
William was gay deceber
Look away, etc.
But when he put his arm around ’er
He smiled as fierce as a forty-pounder
Look away, etc.
Chorus.

His face was sharp as a butcher’s cleaber,
But dat did not seem to grieb ’er,
Look away, etc.
Ole Missus acted de foolish part,
An’ died for a man dat broke her heart,
Look away, etc.
Chorus.

Now, here’s a health to de next ole Missus,
Ah! all de gals dat want to kiss us,
Look away, etc.
But if you want to drive ’way sorrow,
Come an’ hear dis song to-morrow,
Look away, etc.
Chorus.

Dar’s buckwheat cakes an’ Injun batter,
Makes you fat, or a little fatter,
Look away, etc.
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble,
To Dixie’s Land I’m bound to trabble,
Look away, etc.
Chorus.