Lyrics:

Verse 1:
See the folks all arrayed?
They're dressed up, for the parade;
The Dixie boys are on their way,
They're goin' to sail this very day;
You can tell at a glance,
They're anxious to get to France;
And you can bet they'll do their share,
when they get "over there."

CHORUS:
Let's all give three cheers,
For the Dixie Volunteers,
See those great big Southern laddies,
Just like their dear old daddies;
They are proud to go,
And they want the world to know;
They're coming! they're coming!
From the lad of Old Black Joe;
Peaceful sons have shouldered guns,
And now they're going to be,
Fighting men like Stonewall Jackson
and Robert E. Lee;
When they hit that line;
And they cross the River Rhine;
You'll wish you came from Dixie,
With the Dixie Volunteers.

Verse 2:
They are all full of "pep,"
Just see those boys keep in step;
Behind their regimental band,
They're playing tunes from Dixieland;
See the smile on each face?
They'll give that Kaiser a chase;
They'll hand the enemy a scare,
when they get "over there."