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

In I take my stand to live and die in Dixie
For Dixieland, I was
Early Lord one frosty
Look away, look away, away Dixieland

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

So little baby
you cry
You your daddy's bound to die
But all my trials, Lord, be over

Glory, hallelujah
His truth is on
His is marching on