Lyrics:
First verse
See the folks all arrayed? They're dressed up, for the parade; The Dixie boys are on their way, They're goin' to sail this very day; You can tell at a glance, They're anxious to get to France; And you can bet they'll do their share, when they get ""over there.""
Chorus
Let’s all give three cheers, For the Dixie Volunteers; See those great big Southern laddies, Just like their dear old daddies; They are proud to go, And they want the world to know; They’re coming! they’re coming! From the land of Old Black Joe; Peaceful sons have shouldered guns, And now they’re going to be, Fighting men like Stonewall Jackson and like Robert E. Lee; When they hit that line; And they cross the River Rhine; You’ll wish you came from Dixie, With the Dixie Volunteers. Let’s all give three cheers, For the Dixie Volunteers; See those great big Southern laddies, Just like their dear old daddies; They are proud to go, And they want the world to know; They’re coming! they’re coming! From the land of Old Black Joe; Peaceful sons have shouldered guns, And now they’re going to be, Fighting men like Stonewall Jackson and like Robert E. Lee; When they hit that line; And they cross the River Rhine; You’ll wish you came from Dixie, With the Dixie Volunteers.
Second verse
They are all full of “pep,” Just see those boys keep in step; Behind their regimental band, They’re playing tunes from Dixieland; See the smile on each face? They’ll give that Kaiser a chase; They’ll hand the enemy a scare, when they get “over there.”
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