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Dixie, The Land of King Cotton

Oh, Dixie the land of king cotton,
the home of the brave and the free;
a nation by freedom begotten,
the terror of despots to be.
Wherever thy banner is streaming,
base tyranny quails at thy feet;
and liberty's sunlight is beaming
in splendor of majesty sweet.

Chorus:

Then three cheers for our Army so true,
three cheers for our President too;
may our banner triumphantly wave
over Dixie, the land of the brave!

When Liberty sounds her war rattle,
demanding her right and her due;
the first land that rallies to battle
is Dixie, the home of the true.
Thick as leaves of the forest in summer,
her brave sons will rise on each plain;
and then strike till each vandal comer
lies dead on the soil he would stain.

May the names of the dead that we cherish,
fill memory's cup to the brim;
may the laurels we've won never perish,
nor our stars of their glory grow dim.
May our states of the south never sever,
but companions of freedom e'er be;
may they flourish Confed'rate forever,
the boast of the brave and the free.