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FOLK-SONGS OF THE CIVIL WAR. 67 |
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clothing and the luxuries of the household, and when these sources of supply were cut off by the war and the blockade, they had to make and sew their own homespun dresses, and forego all the delights of fashion and adornment. The sacrifices and devotion of the daughters of the South were sung in turgid rhetoric, like the threats and appeals of the men, but here is a genuine voice, evidently a woman's own, which speaks for her sisters in their homelier trials, as well as in their deeper emotions: —
THE SOUTHERN GIRL'S SONG.
Oh yes, I am a Southern girl,
And glory in the name, And boast it with far greater pride
Than glittering wealth or fame. We envy not the Northern girl
With robes of beauty rare, Though diamonds grace her snowy neck
And pearls bedeck her hair.
Hurrah, hurrah,
For the sunny South so dear. Three cheers for the homespun dress
That 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. |
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