Our Land of Dixie

by Leander Ker

Our Land of Dixie

By Leander Ker.

The Yankees muster’d all their might,
And brought their army out to fight,
And said our men would at the sight
All fly away from Dixie.
From North, and East, and West, they came,
Proud of their fancied power and fame,
And thought to win a nobler name
By subjugating Dixie.

First in advance came Scott, the bold,
A hero in the wars grown old,
Who’d sell his country for base gold;
He soon would conquer Dixie;
But on Manassa’s bloody plain
He met a storm of iron rain—
All fled in fear, who wore not slain,
To tell how they took Dixie.

Then Shields, Milroy, and Banks, the base,
As void of honor as of grace,
Came in “Old Fuss and Feathers’s” place
And they would soon have Dixie;
But Stonewall met them on their way,
In many a bloody field and fray,
And taught them it was dangerous play
To meddle with our Dixie.

McClellan, the Napoleon young,
Whose praises through the North were sung,
Round Richmond his vast columns strung;
And he would soon have Dixie;
But ne’er was such a battle field,
For seven long days the cannons peal’d,
And the Young Nap. was forc’d to yield,
And fly away from Dixie.

Then Pope, the lying braggart, knave,
All honor to himself would crave;
The Rebels he would soon enslave,
And plunder all our Dixie.
But in Manassa’s second fight,
That rag’d through morning, noon and night,
And boasting Pope was put to flight,
And fled in shame from Dixie.

Then next the mighty Burnside came,
Full charged with martial fire and flame,
To win himself immortal fame,
By subjugating Dixie.
But how the Yankee vandals bled—
Round Fredericksburg were piled their dead,
And Burnside, too, inglorious fled,
And quit the land of Dixie.

Next Hooker came to hook us all,
Whom “Fighting Joe,” the Yankees call,
But Hooker’s pride met a sad fall
Upon the plains of Dixie;
And in the Rappahannock stream
The drowning Yankees shriek and scream—
They came, (ah, little did they dream,)
To food the fish of Dixie.

All honor to our God belong,
And to Him raise your noblest song,
He is our trust, His arm is strong,
And He defends our Dixie.
Our Stonewall, Hills, Longstreet and Lees,
With Beauregard, too, if you please,
Like rocks that beat back the wild seas,
Are the guardians of our Dixie.

To the ladies of our sunny land,
One thought for you with pen in hand—
A noble and illustrious band
Are the daughters of our Dixie;
Surpassing Greek and Roman fame,
The world will long your deeds proclaim,
Immortal make your fame and name,
The glory of our Dixie.