| Away down south in the land of traitors, rattlesnakes, and alligators
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| Right away, come away, right away, come away
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| Where cotton’s king and men are chattels, union boys will win the battles
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| Right away, come away, right away, come away
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| We’ll all go down to Dixie, away, away
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| Each dixie boy must understand
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| That he must mind his Uncle Sam
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| Away, away, we’ll all go down to dixie
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| Away, away, we’ll all go down to dixie
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| I wish I was in Baltimore, I’d make secessions traitors roar
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| Right away, come away, right away, come away
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| We’ll put the traitors all to rout, I’ll bet my boots we’ll whip 'em out
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| Right away, come away, right away, come away
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| Oh may our stars and stripes still wave forever o’er the free and brave
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| Right away, come away, right away, come away
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| And let our motto ever be, for union and for liberty
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| Right away, come away, right away, come away |