Oh, yes, I am a Southern girl,
I glory in the name,
And boast it with far greater pride
Than glittering wealth or fame.
I envy not the Northern girl
Her rove 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, that Southern ladies wear.
This homespun dress is plain, I know,
My hat’s palmetto, too,
But then, it shows what Southern girls
For Southern rights will do.
We ’ve sent the bravest of our land
To battle with the foe,
And we would lend a helping hand—
We love the South, you know.
Hurrah! hurrah! &c.
Now, Northern goods are out of date,
And, since old Abe’s blockade,
We Southern girls will be content
With goods that’s Southern made.
We scorn to wear a bit of lace,
A bit of Northern silk;
But make our homespun dresses up,
And wear them with much grace.
Hurrah! hurrah! for the sunny South, so dear,
Three cheers for the homespun dress, that Southern ladies wear.
The Southern land ’s a glorious land,
And her’s a glorious cause—
Then here ’s three cheers for Southern rights,
And for the Southern boys.
We’ve sent our sweethearts to the war,
But, dear girls, never mind,
Your soldier loves will ne’er forget
The girls they left behind.
Hurrah! hurrah! for the sunny South, so dear,
Three cheers for the sword and plume, that Southern soldiers wear.
A soldier lad is the lad for me,
A brave heart I adore,
And when the sunny South is free,
And fighting is no more,
I ’ll choose me then a lover brave,
From out that gallant band;
The solider lad I love the best
Shall have my heart and hand.
Hurrah! hurrah! &c.
And now, young men, 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 fall for the one
Who fills a soldier’s grave.
Hurrah! hurrah! for the sunny South, so dear,
Three cheers for the sword and plume, that Southern soldiers wear.