 Way down South in Dixie Freedom never died While Yankees sold honor for gold The South upheld its pride From Alabama to Dominion Old The Lost Cause was never lost Though roughly on history’s waves was Dixie tossed Though her statues cast down and smashed Though her mighty flag burned and slashed The memory of those gray clad knights Was enough to make the Southron dream of rights And though the dream seemed to fade on many nights The Yankee’s iron grip slipped And that mighty dream reborn A band of free states survived the crash of empire Through the blood and tears of a mighty band of men The prophecy was fulfilled The South Rose Again
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