Sheet Music, 1910-1919
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ISBN
MUM00682, 0136
Description
Cover: drawing of an elderly African American woman telling a story to a child on her knee; Publisher: Jerome H. Remick and Co. (New York)
Subject Headings (Library of Congress)
Songs -- United States -- 20th Century; Popular Music -- United States
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Original Collection
Sheldon Harris Collection (MUM00682), Archives and Special Collections, University of Mississippi Libraries
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Lyrics
Lyrics:
First verse
I used to have a dear old Mammy, In the days of old Black Joe. She used to cuddle me upon her knee And tell me tales of long ago. She said the angels built old Dixie, And I know that's not a fib, For to me it looks like heaven And I'll tell you what the angels did.
Chorus
They built a little garden for the rose And they called it Dixieland, They built a summer breeze to keep the snows Far away from Dixieland They built the finest place I've known When they built my home sweet home, Nothing was forgotten in the land of cotton, From the clover to the honeycomb. And then they took an angel from the skies And they gave her heart to me. She had a bit of heaven in her eyes, Just as blue as blue can be; They put some fine spring chickens in the land. And taught my Mammy how to use a frying pan, They made it twice as nice as Paradise, And they called it Dixieland. They built a little garden for the rose And they called it Dixieland, They built a summer breeze to keep the snows Far away from Dixieland They built the finest place I've known When they built my home sweet home, Nothing was forgotten in the land of cotton, From the clover to the honeycomb. And then they took an angel from the skies And they gave her heart to me. She had a bit of heaven in her eyes, Just as blue as blue can be; They put some fine spring chickens in the land. And taught my Mammy how to use a frying pan, They made it twice as nice as Paradise, And they called it Dixieland.
Second verse
My dear old Mammy never told me Where she learn'd this mystery, And if I seemed supris'd shd'd look so wise And say Ma chile, that's history! But she liv'd so long in Dixie, She was old enough to know, And I think she might have been there When the land was built, so long ago.
(Chorus)
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