SONGS OF THE SOUTH 497

There is a future O, thank God

Of life this is so small a part ;

Tis dust to dust beneath the sod,

But there, up there, tis heart to heart.

THE HOME-SPUN DRESS.

This song was written in the spring of 1862, about the time

that the Federal fleets began to blockade our Southern ports,

but by whom we do not know.

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

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 home-spun dress,

The Southern ladies wear.

The home-spun dress is plain, I know,

My hat s palmetto, too;

But then it shows what Southern girls

For Southern rights will do;

We send the bravest of our land

To battle with the foe,

And we will lend a helping hand -

We love the South, you know.

Now Northern goods are out of date ;

And since old Abe s blockade,

We Southern girls can be content

With goods that are Southern made;