big cup of . . .

Jonathan Lighter wuxxmupp2000 at YAHOO.COM
Sat Mar 12 14:29:22 UTC 2005


Just a routine part of my educational mission, Wilson.

JL

Wilson Gray <wilson.gray at RCN.COM> wrote:
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Had I but continued to read till I reached the chorus, I would have
seen that this chorus *does* fit the tune and that there was a
connection between the tune, "Dixie," and the mini-epic poem,
"Dixie." I was around seven years old at the time and knew not the
art of scanning a text. When I couldn't make the first line fit the
rhythm of the song, I erroneously concluded that further reading
would be a waste of time. Well, further reading of the poem would
have been a waste of time, in any case. But you gnome sane.

Thanks, Jon! Now, I shall be able to sleep o' nights. There'll be no
more tossing and turning as I try to solve the enigma of the lack of
connection between the two "Dixie"s.

-Wilson

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>Perhaps this is the offending work. The author, Albert Pike
>(1809-91), was a minor Arkansas writer, later a Confederate general.
>An article in "The Handbook of Texas Online" calls him "one of the
>most remarkable figures in American history." Must be an old
>article.
>
>"Dixie" is bad by modern standards, but rather more civilized than
>Gen. George Patton's verse. It even made it into Thomas Lounsbury's
>Yale Book of American Verse (1912). I first read it about 1961.
>
>It will fit the tune if you cheat "a little" - or "enough."
>
> DIXIE
>
>Southrons, hear your country call you,
>Up, lest worse than death befall you!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
>Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted,--
>Let all hearts be now united!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
>
>CHORUS:
>
>Advance the flag of Dixie!
> Hurrah! Hurrah!
>In Dixie's land we take our stand,
> And live or die for Dixie!
>To arms! To arms!
> And conquer peace for Dixie!
>To arms! To arms!
> And conquer peace for Dixie!
>
>Hear the Northern thunders mutter!
>Northern flags in South winds flutter!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
>Send them back your fierce defiance!
>Stamp upon the cursed alliance!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--
>
>(CHORUS)
>
>Fear no danger! Shun no labor!
>Lift up rifle, pike, and sabre!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
>Shoulder pressing close to shoulder,
>Let the odds make each heart bolder!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--
>
>(CHORUS)
>
>How the South's great heart rejoices
>At your cannon's ringing voices!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
>For faith betrayed and pledges broken,
>Wrongs inflicted, insults spoken,
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--
>
>(CHORUS)
>
>Strong as lions, swift as eagles,
>Back to their kennels hunt these beagles!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
>Cut the unequal bonds asunder!
>Let them hence each other plunder!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--
>
>(CHORUS)
>
>Swear upon your country's altar
>Never to submit or falter--
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
>Till the spoilers are defeated,
>Till the Lord's work is completed!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--
>
>(CHORUS)
>
>Halt not till our Federation
>Secures among earth's powers its station!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
>Then at peace and crowned with glory,
>Hear your children tell the story!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--
>
>(CHORUS)
>
>If the loved ones weep in sadness,
>Victory soon shall bring them gladness--
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
>Exultant pride soon vanish sorrow;
>Smiles chase tears away to-morrow!
> To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!--
>
>(CHORUS)
>
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>> Tom Smith to Warren Buffet:
>>"Have a nice big cup of shut the hell up"
>>
>>http://therightcoast.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_therightcoast_archive.html#
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>>Reminds me of "open up a can of whoop ass"
>
>The correct translation of this phrase into the language of The Man
>is "open (up) a can of *whip*-ass." BTW, what's up with this
>re-respelling of a word whose eye-dialect form has been "whup" since
>two hours after God separated the heavens from the earth? Not to
>mention that we old heads know that "whoop" is pronounced [hup], as
>in "the blood-curdling war-whoops of the red-skinned savages" or in
>"whoop-de-doo." I guess this tragic loss of the classic form is
>probably due to the steady attrition of comic strips featuring
>untutored Southrons as objects of derision.
>
>IFAC, "Southrons!" is the first word of a long poem entitled "Dixie"
>that I once ran across as a child in the 1944 edition of "The Book of
>Knowledge: The Children's Encyclopedia." Since its rhythm failed to
>fit the rhythm of the song of the same name, which I've always
>considered to have quite a catchy tune, the only part of the poem
>that I bothered to remember is the first word.
>
>-Wilson
>
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>>Are there others?
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