Oh 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.

REFRAIN

Hurrah! Hurrah! for the sunny South so dear!
Three cheers for the homespun dress
That southern ladies wear.

Our homespun dress is plain, we know,
Our hat's palmetto, too,
But then, it shows what southern girls
For southern rights will do.
We scorn to wear a bit of silk
Or any northern lace;
We make our homespun dresses up
And wear them with a grace.  [Refrain]

Now northern goods are out of date,
And since old Abe's blockade,
We southern girls can be content
with goods we Sutrhons made.
We've sent the bravest of our land
To battle with the foe.
So we will lend a helping hand
To save the South we know.  [Refrain]

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've sent our sweethearts to the war,
But, dear girls, never mind;
Your soldier boy will ne'er forget
The girl he left behind.  [Refrain]

The soldier is the lad for me,
A brave heart I adore,
But 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 soldier lad I love the best
Shall have my heart and land.