I wish I was in the land of cotton,
old times there are not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
In Dixie land where I was born in, early on a frosty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.

Chorus:

Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie land I'll take my stand, to live and die in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.

Old Missus marry Will de Weaber, Will-yum was a gay deceaber,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
But when he put his arm around her,
smiled as fierce as a forty pounder.
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land. (Chorus)

Dars buckwheat cakes an' ingen batter, makes you fat or a little fatter,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble to Dixie's land
I'm bound to travel,
Look away, look away, look away Dixie land. (Chorus)

"An appropriate Rebel Yell follows here! Ya'll enjoy..." --

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Don't forget the third verse was:

Ole Missus acted the foolish part and died for a man that broke her heart
look away, look away, look away Dixie land.
So here's a health to the next ole Missus, or all the gals that long to kiss us,
Look away....

another line that was sometimes added was a "plug" for the next performance of the minstrel show:

So if you want to drive away sorrow, come and hear this song tomorrow,
Look away, &c. --

Additional verses:

His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver
but that did not seem to grieve her;
look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land.
Old missus acted the foolish part,
and died for a man that broke her heart.
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land.

Now here's a health to the next old missus
and all the gals that want to kiss us;
look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land.
But if you want to drive away sorrow,
come and hear this song tomorrow,
look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie land.

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Away down south in the land of traitors,
Rattlesnakes and alligators,
Right away, come away, right away, come away.
Where cotton's king and men are chattels,
Union boys will win the battles,
Right away, come away, right away, come away.

Chorus:

Then we'll all go down to Dixie, away, away,
Each Dixie boy must understand,
That he must mind his Uncle Sam,
Away, away, and we'll all go down to Dixie.
Away,away, and we'll all go down to Dixie.

I wish I was in Baltimore,
I'd make Secession traitors roar,
Right away, come away, right away, come away.
We'll put the traitors all to rout,
I'll bet my boots we'll whip then out,
Right away, come away, right away, come away. (Chorus)

Oh, may our Stars and Stripes still wave
Forever o'er the free and brave,
Right away, come away, right away, come away.
And let our motto ever be:
"For Union and for Liberty!"
Right away, come away, right away, come away. (Chorus) "I have the honor to be your very humble servant, with the greatest esteem," --

Additional verse:

Away down south where grows the cotton
seventy six seems quite forgotten
far away, far away, far away, Dixie land.
And men with Rebel shout and thunder
tear our good old flag asunder
far away, far away, far away, Dixie land.

And:

The ladies! Bless the darling creatures!
Quite distort their pretty features,
for the war, for the war, for the war, in Dixie.
And say, I know you've seen it done sir,"
"they'll have an officer or none sir,"
for the war, for the war, for the war, in Dixie.

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"The Bucket-eers" of Ward's Legion in Texas version:

One night when we were getting dry,
a little old whiskey was the cry;
away, away, away, down south in Texas.
The boys hit up they had a plan,
to rob the commissary man,
away, away, away, down south in Texas.

Chorus:

O, when we get the whiskey, away, away,
we'll drink old rum, and think we're home
away down south in Texas.
Away, away, away, down south in Texas.
Away, away, away, down south in Texas.

From The Life of Billy Yank, p. 162, Wiley, B.I., Bobbs Merrill Company:

I wish I was in St. Law County
two years up and I had my bounty
away, look away, away, away.

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Dixie's Land

Southrons, hear your country call you!
Up! Lest worse than death befall you!
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!
Lo! The beacon fire's lighted!
Let our hearts be now united!
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!

Chorus:

Advance the flag of Dixie!
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For Dixie's land we'll take our stand
to live or die for Dixie!
To arms! To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie!

How the south's great heart rejoices
at your cannons' ringing voices!
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!
For faith betrayed and pledges broken,
wrongs inflicted, insults spoken.
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!

If the loved ones weep in sadness,
victory shall bring them gladness;
to arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!
Exultant pride soon banish sorrow;
smiles chase tears away to-morrow.
To arms! To arms! To arms! In Dixie!