You'll find old Dixieland in France / words by Grant Clarke music by George W. Meyer

VERSE 01: No more darkies on the Swanee shore,/No more singing ‘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 Danoin’ 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: