The Officers of Dixie

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Melody - Dixie Land, Daniel D. Emmett
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"A Growler"

Let me whisper in your ear, sir,
Something that the South should hear, sir,
Of the war, of the war, of the war in Dixie;
A growing curse - a "burning shame", sir,
In the chorus I will name, sir,
Of the war, of the war, of the war in Dixie.
Chorus:
The officers of Dixie, alone, alone!
The honors share, the honors wear,
Throughout the land of Dixie!
|: 'Tis so, 'tis so, throughout the land of Dixie. :|

2. Swelling, 'round with gold lace plenty,
See the gay "brass button" gentry,
In the war, in the war, in the war in Dixie.
Solomon in all his splendors
Was scarce arrayed like these "defenders,"
In the war, in the war, in the war in Dixie.
Chorus:

3. In cities, sir, it is alarming
To see them 'round the hotel swarming,
Such a war, such a war, such a war in Dixie.
And at each little one-horse town, sir,
See the "birds" how they fly 'round, sir,
Such a war, such a war, such a war in Dixie.
Chorus:

4. On the steamboat, in the cars, sir,
Deep respect is shown the "bars", sir,
Of the war, of the war, of the war in Dixie.
For with all sexes, sizes, ages,
How the "gold lace fever" rages,
Of the war, of the war, of the war in Dixie.
Chorus:

5. The ladies! Bless the darling creatures!
Quite distort their pretty features,
For the war, for the war, for the war in Dixie.
And say (I know you've seen it done, sir),
"They'll have an officer or none, sir,"
For the war, for the war, for the war in Dixie.
Chorus:

6. And if when death shots 'round us rattle,
An officer is killed in battle,
In the war, in the war, in the war in Dixie.
How the martyr is lamented!
(This is right - we've not dissented.)
In the war, in the war, in the war in Dixie.
Chorus:

7. But only speak of it to show, sir,
Privates are not honored so, sir,
In the war, in the war, in the war in Dixie.
No muffled drum, no wreath of glory,
If one dies, proclaims the story,
In the war, in the war, in the war in Dixie.
Chorus:

8. List the moral of my song, sir,
In Dixie there is something wrong, sir,
With the war, with the war, with the war in Dixie.
As all that glitters is not gold, sir,
Read and ponder what I've told, sir,
Of the war, of the war, of the war in Dixie.
Chorus:

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