While The Band Is Playing Dixie G

It was on a day when soldiers wrote a line to those they loved
To Mothers wives and sweethearts far away
When a fair haired boy sat dreaming of a far off southern town
Of a dark eyed maiden waiting day by day

On that night when all were sleeping came the bugle call to arms
With flashing eyes he plunged into the fray
And among the first to give his life all for the flag he loved
Was a boy who dreamed of Dixie far away

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While the band is playing Dixie
I’m humming home sweet home
It takes me back to Georgia
though I’m far across the foam
Once again beside the river with
my Mary dear I roam
While the band is playing Dixie
I’m humming home sweet home
Be it ever so humble no place like home
Be it ever so humble no place like home

They found within his pocket a bloodstained little note
A bullet hole had pierced it through and through
It began with darling Mary if I don’t come back again
Just remember that my last thoughts were of you