Transcription
The Homespun Dress.
Oh, Yes, I am a Southern girl,
And glory in the name,
I boast of it with greater pride
Than glittering wealth or fame.
I envy not the Northern girl
Her robes of beauty rare.
Tho’ diamonds deck her snowy neck
And pearls bedeck her hair.
Chorus
Hurrah! Hurrah!
For the sunny South, so dear!
Three cheers for the homespun dress
The Southern ladies wear.
Now Northern goods are out of date,
And since Old Abe’s blockade,
We Southern girls can be content
With goods that’s Southern made.
We send our sweethearts to the war,
But,girls,ne’er you mind---
Your soldier love will not forget the girl he left behind.
The Southern land’s a glorious land,
And has a glorious cause,
Then cheer three cheers for Southern rights,
And for the Southern boys!
We scorn to wear a bit of silk,
A bit of Northern lace,
But make our homespun dresses up,
And wear them with a grace.
And now young men, a word tonyou,
If you would win the fair,
Go to the fields where honor calls
And win your lady there.
Remember that your brightest smiles
Are for the true and brave
And that our tears are all for those that fill the soldier’s grave.
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