Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland

Oh I wish I was in Dixie away, away
In Dixieland I’ll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie

In Dixieland where I was born
Early Lord one frosty morn
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on

So hush little baby
Don’t you cry
You know your daddy’s bound to die
But all my trials Lord will soon be over

Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marching on!
His truth is marching on!

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