Dixie all Right.Sunny South we trust will be — hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Ere long from Northern rulers free — hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
With lead and powder, sword and gun, they will him to the----run!
They will him to the----run! Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Then hang the fiddle on the wall,
With fife and drumsticks lead the ball;
We'll teach them dancing fine and neat
With cannon, sword, and bayonet.
We bought the dry goods from the North,
Now all our clerks are going forth
To do the job of measuring--
With swords, not yards, they do the thing.
Our doctors found a remedy
For every Northern malady;
They cure all fevers, pains and chills,
With bombshells and with leaden pills.
Thus men throughout the South are armed,
Their hearts by freedom steeled and warmed;
And should one man refuse to fight,
The ladies will their courage slight.