. Sponsor souvenir album : history & reunion (1895) . I heard long since a simple strain;It brought no thrill of joy or did I care to hear again OUR DIXIE. BY A LADY OF AUGUSTA, 1865. The living rallied to their stand;Their war cry was their Native Land;But sadder from the lessening bandof Dixie. Came Dixie. But time rolled on, and drum and fifeGave token of a coming called our youth to soldier life In Dixie. And so our treasures, one by one,All by the battlefield were won;They- heard at morn and setting sun Our Dixie. Their blood flowed on the fresh green ming
. Sponsor souvenir album : history & reunion (1895) . I heard long since a simple strain;It brought no thrill of joy or did I care to hear again OUR DIXIE. BY A LADY OF AUGUSTA, 1865. The living rallied to their stand;Their war cry was their Native Land;But sadder from the lessening bandof Dixie. Came Dixie. But time rolled on, and drum and fifeGave token of a coming called our youth to soldier life In Dixie. And so our treasures, one by one,All by the battlefield were won;They- heard at morn and setting sun Our Dixie. Their blood flowed on the fresh green mingled with the mountain rill,And poured through vales once calm and still In Dixie. Yet still it roused to deeds of fame,And made immortal many a name;It never caused a blush of shame. Our Dixie. We may not hear that simple strainEver without a thrill of pain—Our dead come back to life again With Dixie. And if I were a generous foe, Id honor him whose hearts best throe Leaped to that music soft and low, Our Dixie. > w w HO « 03 parp 3.
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