You'll find old Dixieland in France = On voit tout Dixieland en France / music by Geo. W. Meyer words by Grant Clarke French text by Louis Delamarre

VERSE 01: No more darkies on the Swanee shore,/No more singin’ round the cabin door,/Dixie ain’t Dixie now,/I vow,/In the village all the streets are bare,/Doesn’t seem to be a soul down there,/It made me blue somehow./I asked Old Mammy Gray/And then I heard her say:
CHORUS: “You remember Dancin’ Mose? Folks all called him “Tickle Toes”,/You’ll find him “Over There” in France,/Alexander’s Band, left old Dixieland,/They used to play the “lovin’ blues” for ev’ry one,/Now they’re playin’ blues upon a Gatling Gun/Don’t forget “Old Shimme Sam”,/Famous boy from Alabam/He marched away in khaki pants,/Instead of pickin’ melons off the vine,/They’re pickin’ Germans off the Rhine,/And with Abe Lincoln in their memory,/They’ve gone to fight for Liberty,/You’ll find old Dixieland in France.”
VERSE 02: Ev’ry ev’ning when the starshells gleam,/You’re in Alabama it would seem,/You’ll hear the same old coons play tunes,/Billy Johnson with his pet banjo,/Doesn’t mind it when the shells hit low/He simply sits and croons./The strains of “Over There”/Come floating on the air:

VERSE: Plus de né grosle long du Swani,/Plus de chansons au seuil des gourbis,/Dixie n’est plus Dixie, c’est triste,/Tout le village a l’as pect si nistre,/On dirait qu’il n’y a plus un chat,/Cela me rend tout chose./Mammy Gray m’expliqua,/ Ce mystére et sa cause.
CHORUS: Con nais sez vous Dancin’ Mose?/On lappe lait “Tickle Toes”,/On le voit “Par là bas” en France,/La troupe Alex and’ Quit ta Dixieland,/Eux qui jouaient le “Lovin’ blues” pour toutle monde,/Ils le jouent plus fort sur le canon qui gronde,/N’oubliez pas “Shimmi Sam”,/Le fame ux gars d’Alabam’/Qui partit au front sans tam tam,/Au lieu de cueillir des melons sous cloche, Ils chassent du Rhin tousles Boches,/On voit tout Dixieland en France."