Hard Crackers

By 1st IA Regt - 1861 Stephen Foster 1859
Let us close our game of poker,
Take our tin cups in hand,
While we all gather `round the cook's tent door,
Where dried mummies of hard crackers are given to each man;
Oh, hard crackers come again no more!

    `Tis the song and the sigh of the hungry,
    "Hard crackers, hard crackers, come again no more!"
    Many days you have lingered upon my stomach sore.
    Oh, hard crackers, come again no more.

There's a hungry, thirsty soldier, who toils his life away,
In a torn coat, whose better days are o'er
He is sighing now for whiskey, and with throat as dry as hay,
He sings, "Hard crackers, come again no more."

    `Tis the song and the sigh of the hungry,
    "Hard crackers, hard crackers, come again no more!"
    Many days you have lingered upon my stomach sore.
    Oh, hard crackers, come again no more.

`Tis the song that is uttered round the camp both night and day,
`Tis the wail that is mingled with each snore;
`Tis the sighing of the soul for spring chickens far away,
"Hard crackers come again no more."

    `Tis the song and the sigh of the hungry,
    "Hard crackers, hard crackers, come again no more!"
    Many days you have lingered upon my stomach sore.
    Oh, hard crackers, come again no more.
    Oh, hard crackers, come again no more.

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