From The Capture, the Prison Pen and the Escape: Giving a Complete History of Prison Life in the South ... by Willard W. Glazier (Hartford, Conn.: H. E. Goodwin, 1869), page 350:

The following poetical description of prison life in the South is from the genial pen of an Andersonville prisoner, whose name I have not been able to learn:

UNION PRISONERS, FROM DIXIE'S SUNNY LAND.
Air—"Twenty Years Ago."

I.
Dear friends and fellow-soldiers brave, come listen to our song,
About the Rebel prisons, and our sojourn there so long;
Yet our wretched state and hardships great no one can understand,
But those who have endured this fate in Dixie's sunny land.

II.
When captured by the chivalry, they strip't us to the skin,
But failed to give us back again the value of a pin—
Except some lousy rags of gray, discarded by their band—
And thus commenced our prison life in Dixie's sunny land.

III.
With a host of guards surrounding us, each with a loaded gun,
We were stationed in an open plain, exposed to rain and sun;
No tent or tree to shelter us, we lay upon the sand—
Thus, side by side, great numbers died in Dixie's sunny land.

IV.
This was the daily "bill of fare" in that Secesh saloon—
No sugar, tea or coffee there, at morning, night or noon;
But a pint of meal, ground cob and all, was served to every man,
And for want of fire we ate it raw in Dixie's sunny land.

V.
We were by these poor rations soon reduced to skin and bone,
A lingering starvation—worse than death! you can but own,
There hundreds lay, both night and day, by far too weak to stand,
Till death relieved their sufferings in Dixie's sunny land.

VI.
We poor survivors oft were tried by many a threat and bribe,
To desert our glorious Union cause, and join the Rebel tribe,
Though fain were we to leave the place, we let them understand,
We had rather die than thus disgrace our flag! in Dixie's land.

VII.
Thus dreary days and nights roll'd by—yes, weeks and months untold,
Until that happy time arrived when we were all paroled.
We landed at Annapolis, a wretched looking band,
But glad to be alive and free from Dixie's sunny land.

VIII.
How like a dream those days now seem in retrospective view,
As we regain our wasted strength, all dressed in "Union Blue."
The debt we owe our bitter foe shall not have long to stand;
We shall pay it with a vengeance soon in Dixie's sunny land.