The Homespun Dress
It is the duty of the Sons of Confederate Veterans to defend the Confederate Soldier’s good name, and to ensure that the true history of the South is presented to future generations
O yes, I am a Southern girl, and glory in the name,
And boast it with far greater pride than glitt’ring wealth or fame
I 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 our Southern ladies wear!
My homespun dress is plain, I know; my hat’s palmetto, too:
But then it shows what Southern girls for Southern rights will do.
We scorn to wear a bit of silk, a bit of Northern lace,
But make our homespun dresses up, and wear them with such grace.
Chorus.
Hurrah! hurrah! for the sunny South so dear!
Three cheers for the homespun dress our 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Now Northern goods are out of date; and since Old Abe’s blockade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’re Southern made.
The Southland is a glorious land, and hers a glorious cause;
Then here’re three cheers for Southern rights and for the Southern boys!
Chorus.
Hurrah! hurrah! for the sunny South so dear!
Three cheers for the homespun dress our Southern ladies wear!
We send the bravest of our land to do battle with the foe,
And we would lend a helping hand–we love the South, you know.
We send our sweethearts to the war; but, dear girls, never mind:
Your soldier love will not forget the girl he left behind.
Chorus.
Hurrah! hurrah! for the sunny South so dear!
Three cheers for the homespun dress our Southern ladies wear!
A soldier 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 of that gallant band;
The soldier lad I love the best shall have my heart and hand.
Chorus.
Hurrah! hurrah! for the sunny South so dear!
Three cheers for the homespun dress our Southern ladies wear!
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.