I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Cimmon seed and sandy bottom,
Look away, look way away, Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land whar I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin',
Look away, look way away, Dixie Land.
Din I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie's Land we'll take our stand,
To lib and die for Dixie.
Away, away, away down South in Dixie;
Away, away, away down South in Dixie.

Old Missus marry Will de Weaber,
William was a gay deceaber;
When he put his arm around 'er,
He look as fierce as a forty-pounder.

His face was sharp like a butcher's cleaber,
But dat did not seem to greab 'er.
Will run away, Missus took a decline,
Her face was de color ob bacon rhine.

While Missus libbed, she libbed in clober;
When she died, she died all ober.
How could she act such a foolish part,
An' marry a man to break her heart?

Buckwheat cakes an' stony batter
Makes you fat, or a little fatter.
Here's a health to de next old Missus,
An' all de gals dat wants to kiss us.

Now if you want to drive 'way sorrow,
Come an' hear dis song to-morrow.
Den hoe it down an' scratch yer grabble,
To Dixie's Land I'm bound to trabble.