THE SONG OF THE EXILE.

Air—“Dixie.”

Oh! here I am in the land of cotton,
The flag once honor’d is now forgotten;
Fight away, fight away, fight away for Dixie’s land.
But here I stand for Dixie dear,
To fight for freedom, without fear;
Fight away, fight away, fight away for Dixie’s land.

Chorus.—For Dixie’s land I’ll take my stand,
To live or die for Dixie’s land,
Fight away, fight away, fight away for Dixie’s land.

Abe Lincoln tore through Baltimore,
In a baggage car with fastened door;
Fight away, etc.
And left his wife, alas! alack!
To perish on the railroad track!
Fight away, etc.
Chorus.

We have no ships, we have no navies,
But mighty faith in the great Jeff Davis;
Fight away, etc.
Brave old Missouri shall be ours,
Despite Abe Lincoln’s Northern powers,
Fight away, etc.
Chorus.

Abe’s proclamation in a twinkle,
Stirred up the blood of Rip Van Winkle;
Fight away, etc.
Jeff Davis’s answer was short and curt:
“Fort Sumpter’s taken, and nobody’s hurt!”
Fight away, etc.
Chorus.

We hear the words of this same ditty,
To the right and left of the Mississippi;
Fight away, etc.
In the land of flowers, hot and sandy,
From Delaware Bay to Rio Grande!
Fight away, etc.
Chorus.

The ladies cheer with heart and hand,
The men who fight for Dixie land;
Fight away, etc.
The “Stars and Bars” are waving o’er us,
And Independence is before us;
Fight away, etc.
Chorus.

Martinsburg, Va.