Hard Tack |
Let us close our game of poker, Take our tin cups in our hand As we all stand by the cook's tent door As dried mummies of hard crackers Are handed to each man. O, hard tack, come again no more! Chorus: 'Tis the song, the sigh of the hungry: "Hard tack, hard tack, Come again no more." Many days you have lingered Upon our stomachs sore. O, hard tack, come again no more!
2. 'Tis a hungry, thirsty soldier | 3. 'Tis the wail that is heard In camp both night and day, 'Tis the murmur that's mingled with each snore. 'Tis the sighing of the soul For spring chickens far away, "O, hard tack, come again no more!" Chorus:
4. But to all these cries and murmurs, |