North flags go as the south winds flow
the foreigners came to take our land
The odds were low but we fought anyhow
For Dixie’s land we make our stand
And this war we fought until we all had fell
The snow fell covering our bodies
Our farms were all burned in our downfall
We still carry the fight by other sides
But today we face a new, worse threat
The reds are darking and destroying our folk
We dress ourselves bright and forward we walk
Singing songs about the Southland
As we wake up and shout our demands
We expel the invaders, we march with our best
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