Rock-a-bye your baby with a Dixie melody. When you croon croon a tune from the heart of Dixie. Just hang your cradle mammy mine right on that Mason Dixon Line.
Rock-a-bye your baby to a Dixie melody. When you croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie. Just place that cradle, mammy mine. Right on that Mason-Dixon Line.
In the merry month of June from my home I started left the girls. Of Taum nearly brokenhearted saluted me father dear, kissed. Me darling mother drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to.