They made it twice as nice as paradise : and they called it Dixieland : song / lyric by Raymond Egan music by Richard A. Whiting
Whiting, Richard A., 1891-1938. “They made it twice as nice as paradise : and they called it Dixieland : song / lyric by Raymond Egan music by Richard A. Whiting.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 17 Mar. 2017, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/17236. Accessed 17 Nov. 2019.
|Title||They made it twice as nice as paradise : and they called it Dixieland : song / lyric by Raymond Egan music by Richard A. Whiting|
|Subject||Southern States -- Songs and music|
|Popular music -- United States|
|Songs with piano|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Caption title: Illustrated t.p. in color design by Einson|
|Advertisements for music published by Remick on back cover|
|Creator||Whiting, Richard A., 1891-1938|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York : Jerome H. Remick & Co.|
|Egan, Raymond B., 1890-1952, Lyricist.|
|Format||1 score (5 p.) 35 cm|
|224-4 Jerome H. Remick|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: I used to have a dear old Mammy;First line of Refrain: They built a little garden for the rose; And they called it Dixieland|
VERSE 01: 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 build 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 the look 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 night as Paradise,/ And they called it Dixieland.
VERSE 02: My dear old Mammy never told me/ Where she learn'd this mystery,/ And if I seemed surpris's she'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.