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 CHORUS: Don't take my papa away from me, don't leave me there all alone. He has cared for me so tenderly, ever since mother was gone. Nobody ever like him can be, no one can so with me play. Don't take my papa away from me; please don't take papa away.

Her tender pleadings were all in vain, and her father went to the war. He'll never kiss her good night again, for he fell 'mid the cannon's roar. Greater a soldier was never born, but his brave heart was pierced one day; And as he was dying, he heard some one crying,
 * A girl's voice far away:

 DIXIE

(Tune: "They Made It Twice As Nice As Paradise And Called It Dixie Land")

By Raymond Corder Oh the master class and the scissor-bill They rave of Dixieland But still it's hell for darkies there And the migratory working man The plutes say Angels built Dixie But I think they told a fib If the Angels did build Dixie land Then I'll tell you what the Angels did. CHORUS They built some built some big stockades, And they called it Dixie land 

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