The Homespun Dress

Lyrics:

By: Carrie Belle Sinclair (born 1839)

Oh, yes, I am a Southern girl,

And glory in the name,

And boast it with far greater pride

Than glittering wealth and fame.

We envy not the Northern girl

Her robes of beauty rare,

Though diamonds grace her snowy neck

And pearls bedeck her hair.

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 Hurrah! Hurrah!

For the sunny South so dear;

Three cheers for the homespun dress

The Southern ladies wear!

The homespun dress is plain, I know,

My hat's palmetto, too;

But then it shows what Southern girls

For Southern rights will do.

We send the bravest of our land

To battle with the foe,

And we will lend a helping hand--

We love the South, you know.--

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Now Northern goods are out of date;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, dear girls, never mind--

Your soldier-love will ne'er forget

The girl he left behind.--

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The soldier is the lad for me--

A brave heart I adore;

And when the sunny South is free,

And when fighting is no more,

I'll choose me then a lover brave

From all that gallant band;

The soldier lad I love the best

Shall have my heart and hand.--

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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.--

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And now, young man, a word to you:

If you would win the fair,

Go to the field where honor calls,

And win your lady there.

Remember that our brightest smiles

Are for the true and brave,

And that our tears are all for those

Who fill a soldier's grave.--

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