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.

Chorus:

 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.--

Chorus:

Now Northern goods are out of date;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.--

Chorus:

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.--

Chorus:

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.--

Chorus:

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.--

Chorus:

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We are Coming Father Abraham

Lyrics:

We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more,
From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore.
We leave our plows and workshops, our wives and children dear,
With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear.
We dare not look behind us but steadfastly before.
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!

We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore,
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!

If you look across the hilltops that meet the northern sky,
Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry;
And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil aside,
And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride;
And bayonets in the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music pour,
We are coming, father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!

We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore,
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!

If you look up all our valleys where the growing harvests shine,
You may see our sturdy farmer boys fast forming into line;
And children from their mother's knees are pulling at the weeds,
And learning how to reap and sow against their country's needs;
And a farewell group stands weeping at every cottage door,
We are coming, Father Abr'am, three hundred thousand more!

We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore,
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!

You have called us, and we're coming by Richmond's bloody tide,
To lay us down for freedom's sake, our brothers' bones beside;
Or from foul treason's savage group, to wrench the murderous blade;
And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade.
Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before,
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!

We are coming, we are coming our Union to restore,
We are coming, Father Abraham, 300,000 more!

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This song was made when Abraham Lincoln called for 300,000 Volunteers in 1861 to fight the Confederacy. I do not claim rights to the photo or the music.

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Eating Goober Peas

Lyrics:

Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away
Laying in the shadows underneath the trees
Goodness how delicious eating goober peas

Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Goodness how delicious
Eating goober peas

When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out at their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule?"
But another pleasure enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas

Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Is wearing out your grinders
Eating goober peas

Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He said, "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now"
He turns around in wonder and what do you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia eating goober peas

Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
The Georgia Militia
Eating goober peas

I think my song has lasted almost long enough
The subject's interesting but the rhymes are mighty tough
I wish this war was over and free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas

Peas, peas, peas, peas
Gobble goober peas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts
And gobble goober peas

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Oh Mary Don't You Weep

Lyrics:

Oh Oh Mary
Oh Oh Mary

(Chorus)
Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn.
Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn.
Didn't Pharaoh's army get drowned?
Oh, Mary, don't you weep.

Well, Satan got mad and he knows I'm glad.
Missed that soul that he thought he had.
Now, didn't Pharaoh's army get drowned?
Oh, Mary, don't you weep.

(Chorus)

Well, one of these nights around twelve o'clock,
This old town's gonna really rock.
Didn't Pharaoh's army get drowned?
Oh, Mary, don't you weep.

(Chorus)

Cheer up, sisters and don't you cry.
There'll be good times bye and bye.
Didn't Pharaoh's army get drowned?
Oh, Mary, don't you weep.

(Chorus: x2)

Second Version:

 "O Mary Don't You Weep"

Well if I could, I surely would,
Stand on the rock where Moses stood,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Well Mary wore three links of chain,
On every link was Jesus name,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Well one of these nights about 12 o'clock,
This old world is gonna rock,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore,
Smote the water with a two by four,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Well old Mister Satan he got mad,
Missed that soul that he thought he had,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Brothers and sisters, don't you cry,
There'll be good times by and by,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

God gave Noah the rainbow sign,
No more water, but fire next time,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep,
Oh Mary don't you weep no more,
Oh Mary don't you weep no more.

Pharoh's army got drownded,
Oh Mary don't you weep.

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"Up On Cripple Creek"

Lyrics:

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When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

Good luck had just stung me, to the race track I did go
She bet on one horse to win and I bet on another to show
The odds were in my favor, I had 'em five to one
When that nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

I took up all of my winnings, and I gave my little Bessie half
She tore it up and threw it in my face, just for a laugh
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world, I sure would like to see
That's when that little love of mine, dips her doughnut in my tea

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

Now me and my mate were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box
She said, "I can't take the way he sings, but I love to hear him talk"
Now that just gave my heart a throb, to the bottom of my feet
And I swore as I took another pull, my Bessie can't be beat

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

Now there's a flood out in California and up north it's freezing cold
And this living on the road is getting pretty old
So I guess I'll call up my big mama, tell her I'll be rolling in
But you know, deep down, I'm kind of tempted to go and see my Bessie again

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

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Cripple Creek

"Cripple Creek" was written by Connolly, Billy.

 

Lyrics:

 

I got a gal at the head of the creek
Goin up t' see her 'bout the middle of the week
Kiss her on the mouth, just as sweet as any wine
Wraps herself around me like a sweet potatoe vine

Chorus:

 

Goin' up t' Cripple Creek, goin' on the run
Goin' up t' Cripple Creek t' have a little fun
Goin' up t' Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl
Goin' up t' Cripple Creek t' see my girl

Girls up on Cripple Creek about half grown
Jump on a man like a dog on a bone
I'll roll my britches up to my knees
An' wade in ol' Cripple Creek when I please

Chorus:

 

Goin' up t' Cripple Creek, goin' on the run
Goin' up t' Cripple Creek t' have a little fun
Goin' up t' Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl
Goin' up t' Cripple Creek t' see my girl

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Cotton Eye Joe

Lyrics:

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

He came to town like a midwinter storm
He rode through the fields, so handsome and strong
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun
But all he had come for was having some fun

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

He brought disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls was to Hell, broken, sent
They all ran away so nobody would know
And left only men 'cause of Cotton-Eye Joe

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

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