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Poems
John F McCullagh
Jun 2015
Way down South where they once grew cotton
Old times there must be forgotten
Go away, Go away Go away Dixie land.
In this very year of the Sesquicentennial
Hatred blooms as a hardy perennial.
Go away, Go away Go away Dixie land.
Don’t want to be in Dixie Today! Today!
In Dixie land a white young man
caused nine to die in Dixie.
For shame, for shame, ashamed down South in Dixie.
For shame, for shame, ashamed down South in Dixie.
When tempers flare and times are trying
The “stars and bars” should not be flying
Go away, Go away Go away Dixie land.
In the very town the rebellion started
“Things must change!” say the Progressive minded
Go away, Go away, Go away Dixie land.
The Great grand kin of rebellious brothers
Have voted to strike down the colors
Look away, Look away, Look away Dixie land.
If this gets further out of hand
The “Dixie” cup will soon be banned!
Go away, Go away Go away Dixie land.
Way down South where they once grew cotton
Old times there must be forgotten
Go away, Go away Go away Dixie land.
Old times there must be forgotten
Go away, Go away Go away Dixie land.
In this very year of the Sesquicentennial
Hatred blooms as a hardy perennial.
Go away, Go away Go away Dixie land.
Don’t want to be in Dixie Today! Today!
In Dixie land a white young man
caused nine to die in Dixie.
For shame, for shame, ashamed down South in Dixie.
For shame, for shame, ashamed down South in Dixie.
When tempers flare and times are trying
The “stars and bars” should not be flying
Go away, Go away Go away Dixie land.
In the very town the rebellion started
“Things must change!” say the Progressive minded
Go away, Go away, Go away Dixie land.
The Great grand kin of rebellious brothers
Have voted to strike down the colors
Look away, Look away, Look away Dixie land.
If this gets further out of hand
The “Dixie” cup will soon be banned!
Go away, Go away Go away Dixie land.
Way down South where they once grew cotton
Old times there must be forgotten
Go away, Go away Go away Dixie land.
(A parody, with apologies to
Mr. Daniel Decatur Emmett of Mount Vernon, Ohio )
Sesquicentennial;150TH ANNIVERSARY OF LEE'S SURRENDER
Mr. Daniel Decatur Emmett of Mount Vernon, Ohio )
Sesquicentennial;150TH ANNIVERSARY OF LEE'S SURRENDER
David John Mowers Sep 2017
DIXIE LAND!
David John Mowers
Sep 2017
Hang on, hold on...
...we get the fiddle out,
Now the old Ban-jo...
here comes it now,
clap tune with us...
America went in the can when Hollywood then brought-in,
The good feelings sneakin' 'round as Old Times never for-got-ten.
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Real T.V. got your goat as poli-ticks snake your vote,
I guess that's how, guess what's now, -rock that boat!
LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! T.V. keepin' Dixie!
Take a knee you N-F-L, NBA you go to Hell!
Still not same, as Me 'n Me, with money, life is swell!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Demo-cracy was thrown a hand, when Dixieland lost it's stand,
Oh live and die for T.V.
Keep your eyes down now, -boy don't look around...
...Our way, -T.V. -is Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Gotten out? The Great Gar-den? Then we shot your Mar-tin.
And ole Jay Z we'll mow him down, every time he hits our town,
oh you'll see, catch a grave, as God T.V. keep y'all a slave!
Not the same, as Me n' Me, in spite of all your New money!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
...we get the fiddle out,
Now the old Ban-jo...
here comes it now,
clap tune with us...
America went in the can when Hollywood then brought-in,
The good feelings sneakin' 'round as Old Times never for-got-ten.
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Real T.V. got your goat as poli-ticks snake your vote,
I guess that's how, guess what's now, -rock that boat!
LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! T.V. keepin' Dixie!
Take a knee you N-F-L, NBA you go to Hell!
Still not same, as Me 'n Me, with money, life is swell!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Demo-cracy was thrown a hand, when Dixieland lost it's stand,
Oh live and die for T.V.
Keep your eyes down now, -boy don't look around...
...Our way, -T.V. -is Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Gotten out? The Great Gar-den? Then we shot your Mar-tin.
And ole Jay Z we'll mow him down, every time he hits our town,
oh you'll see, catch a grave, as God T.V. keep y'all a slave!
Not the same, as Me n' Me, in spite of all your New money!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
Remake of the Dixie tune for modern times. It must have been hilarious to see people dancing and clapping to this tune as it appears to be made in jest to mock racists.