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South River, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 295
may be the Michigan patriots song of the campaign.--Ann Arbor (Mich.) News, June 4. Away down South, where grows the cotton, ‘Seventy-six seems quite forgotten; Far away, far away, far away, Dixie hurrah! In Dixie land we'll take our stand, And plant our flag in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it, Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er snd. Then we'll plant our flag in Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! Whoever hauls the old flag down, We'll shoot him down in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! nd. Then we'll plant our flag in Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! Whoever hauls the old flag down, We'll shoot him down in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in D
Michigan (Michigan, United States) (search for this): chapter 295
95. Dixie. by T . M. Cooley. This song has taken so well, that arrangements have been made to send it to our regiments, that it may be the Michigan patriots song of the campaign.--Ann Arbor (Mich.) News, June 4. 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. Then we're bound for the land of Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! In Dixie land we'll take our stand, And plant our flag in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it, Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it;-- Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation, Stars be plucked by pirate nation;--
Savannah (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 295
way, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it, Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it;-- Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation, Stars be plucked by pirate nation;-- Far away, &c. Undimmed shall float that starry banner, Over Charleston and Savannah, Far away, &c. And Bunker Hill and Pensacola Own alike its mission holy;-- Far away, &c. Then sound the march! We pledge devotion In our blood on land or ocean, Far away, &c. Till every traitor in the nation Gains a Haman's elevation, Far away, &c. Yes, sound the march! Our Northern freemen Turn not back for man or demon, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Until once more our banner glorious Waves o'er Dixie land victorious, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Then we'll
Ann Arbor (Michigan, United States) (search for this): chapter 295
95. Dixie. by T . M. Cooley. This song has taken so well, that arrangements have been made to send it to our regiments, that it may be the Michigan patriots song of the campaign.--Ann Arbor (Mich.) News, June 4. 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. Then we're bound for the land of Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! In Dixie land we'll take our stand, And plant our flag in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it, Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it;-- Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation, Stars be plucked by pirate nation;--
Bunker Hill (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 295
Away, away, away down South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it, Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it;-- Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation, Stars be plucked by pirate nation;-- Far away, &c. Undimmed shall float that starry banner, Over Charleston and Savannah, Far away, &c. And Bunker Hill and Pensacola Own alike its mission holy;-- Far away, &c. Then sound the march! We pledge devotion In our blood on land or ocean, Far away, &c. Till every traitor in the nation Gains a Haman's elevation, Far away, &c. Yes, sound the march! Our Northern freemen Turn not back for man or demon, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Until once more our banner glorious Waves o'er Dixie land victorious, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Then we'll plant our flag in Dixie! Hurr
Charleston (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 295
Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it, Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it;-- Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation, Stars be plucked by pirate nation;-- Far away, &c. Undimmed shall float that starry banner, Over Charleston and Savannah, Far away, &c. And Bunker Hill and Pensacola Own alike its mission holy;-- Far away, &c. Then sound the march! We pledge devotion In our blood on land or ocean, Far away, &c. Till every traitor in the nation Gains a Haman's elevation, Far away, &c. Yes, sound the march! Our Northern freemen Turn not back for man or demon, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Until once more our banner glorious Waves o'er Dixie land victorious, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land.
Mich (search for this): chapter 295
95. Dixie. by T . M. Cooley. This song has taken so well, that arrangements have been made to send it to our regiments, that it may be the Michigan patriots song of the campaign.--Ann Arbor (Mich.) News, June 4. 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. Then we're bound for the land of Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! In Dixie land we'll take our stand, And plant our flag in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it, Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it;-- Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation, Stars be plucked by pirate nation;--
Haman (search for this): chapter 295
hrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it;-- Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation, Stars be plucked by pirate nation;-- Far away, &c. Undimmed shall float that starry banner, Over Charleston and Savannah, Far away, &c. And Bunker Hill and Pensacola Own alike its mission holy;-- Far away, &c. Then sound the march! We pledge devotion In our blood on land or ocean, Far away, &c. Till every traitor in the nation Gains a Haman's elevation, Far away, &c. Yes, sound the march! Our Northern freemen Turn not back for man or demon, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Until once more our banner glorious Waves o'er Dixie land victorious, Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. Then we'll plant our flag in Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! Whoever hauls the old flag down, We'll shoot him down in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie!
M. Cooley (search for this): chapter 295
95. Dixie. by T . M. Cooley. This song has taken so well, that arrangements have been made to send it to our regiments, that it may be the Michigan patriots song of the campaign.--Ann Arbor (Mich.) News, June 4. 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. Then we're bound for the land of Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! In Dixie land we'll take our stand, And plant our flag in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it, Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it;-- Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation, Stars be plucked by pirate nation;--
June 4th (search for this): chapter 295
95. Dixie. by T . M. Cooley. This song has taken so well, that arrangements have been made to send it to our regiments, that it may be the Michigan patriots song of the campaign.--Ann Arbor (Mich.) News, June 4. 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. Then we're bound for the land of Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! In Dixie land we'll take our stand, And plant our flag in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! Away, away, away down South in Dixie! That flag — the foemen quailed before it, When our patriot fathers bore it, Far away, &c. And battle-fields are shrined in story, Where its folds were bathed in glory, Far away, &c. And now, when traitor hands assail it, Stanch defenders ne'er shall fail it;-- Far away, &c. Nor from its glorious constellation, Stars be plucked by pirate nation;--