Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, hoo-ray, hoo-ray!
Where the cotton blooms and the mockingbird sings all day;
The river rolls like silver, the pines stand tall and grand,
And the girls of Carolina kiss the bravest in the land.
We’ll march beneath the palmetto, banjo bright and drum,
With the moonlight on our rifles, till the morning comes;
So here’s a toast to Dixie, let her banner ever wave—
In the heart of every soldier, in the soil of every grave.