The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1904-07-08
III.
''Dixte.''

"Dixie."
At one Of the reunion meetings, at
Nashville, an effort was made to
change the words Of Dixie" but 1t
met with almost universal refusal. The
appeal came from the Alabama Daugh-
ters of the Confederacy, but was turned
down promptly by the old Confederate
soldiers at the assemblage. In COM
menting on the refusal OF the old SOL
diers to change the words of ''Dixie"
the Augusta Chronicle says: "That q
negro medley, utter drivel and trash,
considered from an artistic or poetic
view. point, should cling thus is kind
OF literary paradox, but such is the
case. Dan Emmett wrote the Jingle for
his minstrel troupe, before the war,
with not the remotest idea that it
would be adopted as sectional battle
ballad; but, somehow, it was picked
up, made intensely popular and re-
mains so to this day. 1t is the music
and the environment that perpetuate
it. Nobody cares much, II anything,
about the rag-time words; but as they
were-assimilated to the war spirit and
traditionally continue, no change
seems possible. - Mrs. 1. Nj. p. Ocken-
don, OF Montgomery. A,a., cleverly re-
wrote "Dixie,'' and submitte ed; her
version. She was highly endorse d by
some Of our prominent Southern men,
but met with no success, though, on
general principal she deserved it.
Here are her proposed substituted
verses:
l. In Dixie cotton loves to grow,
With leaf Of green and boil of snow,
- Look away, look away,
:. Look away, DiXie-Land!
Here waves the golden wheat and
corn,
In Dixie-Land where was born,
Look away, look away,
Look. away. Dixie-Land.
Chorus, Then l wish / was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray.
In Dixie-Land I'll take my stand,
TO live and die in Dixie.
Away, away!
Away down South in Dixie!
=. In Dixie reddeSt roses bloom:
The Jasmine yields its rare perfume,
Look away, look away,
Look away, DiXie-Land
And here the Sea-breeZe haunts tile
South,
With orange blossoms in its mouth,
Look away, look away,
Look<away, Dixie Land!
Chorus: Then wish ! was in Dixie, &c.
4. The Dixie skies are Bonnie Blue,
And Southern hearts are warm and
true,
Look away, look away,
Look away. Dixie Land!
Let there be love throughout the
world,
The pure white flag of peace unfurled!
Look away, look away,
Look away, Dixie Land!
Chorus:-Then / wish was in Dixie sc.
5. In DiXic-Land tits sweet to rove,
Thro' pney-wOodS and sweet-gum
grove.
Look away, look away,
Look away, Dixie Land
And llark, the rebel mocking bird,
With sweetest song you ever heard!
Sings away, sings away,
Sings away, Dixie Land!
ChoruS:-ThenI wish was in Dixie &c.
6. In other lands tis sweet to roam,
But DiXieLand is Home, sweet
Home
Look away, look away,
1lOOh away, DlAlc LdIlu!
And Southern maid with merry song,
Loves Dear Old Dixie, RIGHT OH
WRONG!
Look away, look away,
Look away, Dixie Land!
ChOruS:-Then wish l was in Dixie Sc.
The Chronicle goes on to say that
whatever our private or personal opin-
ions NAV be and, however, merl5ous
the change Of words, it is certain
that, while the Veterans remain,
"Dixie's" words, though trashy and
unworthy, will remain as they are, q
kind OF reminiscential conservation.
What may happen, VIII, the Confed.
crate soldiers pass away, need not now
be discussed" Appropriate to the
foregoing, however, is the following
from the Houston Post, to which it
was inspired by the quotation from
the Albany Herald, which is given:
| Great is ''Dixie'' -"Dixie Land" an6
"Dixe," the song. The playing of the
popular Southern air stopped Il STAN
pede from the theatre in our sister
city, AmericuS, Il few nights ago. The
cry of fire had been head. The crowG
rushed for the entrance, and nothing
could stop the frenzied fugitiyes unit
the orchestra struck ups Dixie" Ther
they stood still and yelled. No trle
Southern man or woman will run from
anything when they are backed by the
strains OF "DiXie. Albany Herald.
Don't you know it. Dear old "Dixleu
Let the grand old cadence swell
And there's not a Southern living but
would scale the walls of hell!
| And would wake the deepS inferna
with the ringing rebel yell!
Dear old "Dixie!" Play is softly; pla,
it soft and way down low,
And there's something in its swcetnes:
wakes the scenes of long ago,
And old comrades march beside us il
the ways we used TO know.
Dear old Dixie" blare it proudly ant
you'll hear the Southrons cheers
Dear old Dixie" play it softly o'e
the green mounds of the years
Till the hearts are filed with rapture
and the eyes are bright with tears
Daily Massacred.
The state department Saturday
received the following dispatch datec
Ispanhan, Persia, and signed "the
Armenian bishop OF Persia" Turkish
barbarians are massacreing thousands