Dixie
I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times there are not forgotten; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland. In Dixieland where I was born in, Early on one frosty morning’; Look away! Look away! Look away! …
I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times there are not forgotten; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland. In Dixieland where I was born in, Early on one frosty morning’; Look away! Look away! Look away! …
The first verse is almost spoken or narrated There’s an old Australian stockman – lying, dying… And he gets himself up onto one elbow And turns to his mates who are all gathered around And he says….
In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine.
Hey Lollee – This is the classic campfire song for which you make up verses as you go.