1. Hear the mournful music swell,
It’s hard times in Dixie!
Hear the rebellion’s funeral knell,
Hard times in Dixie!
Everything is going wrong,
rations short and faces long
And the burden of their song,
Is hard up in Dixie.
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Rations high and funds so low,
Foemen come and niggers go
Worst of all the Yankees know,
We’re hard up in Dixie.
2. Grant is close up on their track,
its hard times in Dixie.
Southern fire won’t turn him back,
hard times in Dixie.
With his heroes tested well,
what cares he for shot or shell
Southern brag or Southern swell,
they’re hard up in Dixie.
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3. Uncle Abe don’t flinch a bit,
for hard times in Dixie,
Tough as any rail he’s split,
hard up in Dixie.
Holding out his honest hands,
welcoming all loyal bands
Abraham well understands,
they’re hard up in Dixie.
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4. Butler with his soldiers true,
makes hard times in Dixie,
When he came the rebels knew,
hard times in Dixie.
Johnny Rebs don’t see the fun,
want begins and credit’s done
White man works and darkey runs,
they’re hard up in Dixie.
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5. Beat the drum and toll the bell,
for hard times in Dixie,
Chant rebellion’s funeral knell,
hard times in Dixie.
And while over land and sea,
floats the banner of the free
Traitors shall forever be,
as hard up in Dixie.
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