The Homespun Dress
words by Carrie Belle Sinclair
Oh yes, I am a Southern girl and glory in the name,
I boast of it with greater pride than glittering wealth and fame.
I envy not the Northern girl her robes of beauty rare,
Though diamonds deck her snowy neck and pearls bestud her hair.
Hurrah! Hurrah! For the sunny South I say,
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Now Northern goods are out of date and since old Abe's blockade,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 South'ners made.
We send our sweethearts off to war but girls, never 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,
Three cheers, 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 man a word for you if you would win the fair,
Go to the field where honor calls and win your lady there.
Remember that our bravest smiles are for the true and brave,
And that our tears are all for those who fill a Southern grave.