1.
’Tis long years since our fathers fought,
Our Country dear to free;
Our chartered rights, scaled with their blood,
Were the fruits of victory.
They knew not how to cringe or kneel,
The despot’s train to swell,
The first deep thought in every breast
Was to love old Dixie well.
Chorus--Hurrah! three cheers! so gaily let us sing,
Of all the lands that crown the earth
Old Dixie’s is the king.
2.
Our liberties are threatened now,
Armed hosts invade our soil.
Yet Northern bands, in hurried flight,
From Dixie’s sons recoil.
We scorn their threats, deride their vows,
We know the foeman’s worth,
No Vandal band shall e’er command
The land that gave us birth.
Chorus--Hurrah! three cheers! so gaily let us sing,
Of all the lands that crown the earth
Old Dixie’s is the king.
3.
The free-born rights our fathers won
Will we, their sons, maintain,
The honor of our spotless flag
Untarnished shall remain.
No Northern star shall ever shine
Where the Southern Cross has waved,
Nor while a hand can grasp a sword
Shall Dixie’s be enslaved.
Chorus--Hurrah! three cheers! so gaily let us sing,
Of all the lands that crown the earth,
Old Dixie’s is the king.