The Southern Dream

​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
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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