At the break of dawn
Half the army gone
Open wounds, clothes were torn
When Dixie marched away.
Walking through the mud
The dirt mixed with their blood
And onward they would trudge
When Dixie marched away.
Traveling through the rain
Leaving all their slain
The open field was stained
When Dixie marched away.
When Dixie marched away
On that morning damp and gray,
When Dixie marched away
On that Independence Day.