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 monies of hard crackers are handed to each man.
O, hardcrackers, come again no more!
chorus:
'Tis the song, the sigh of the hungry:
"Hardcrackers, hardcrackers, come again no more.
"Many days you have lingered upon our stomachs sore.
O, hardcrackers, come again no more!
'Tis a hungry, thirsty soldier who wears his life away
In torn clothes--his better days are o'er.
And he's sighing now for whiskey in a voice as dry as hay,
"O, hardcrackers, come again no more!"
chorus
'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, hardcrackers, come again no more!"
chorus
But to all these cries and murmurs, there comes a sudden hush
As frail forms are fainting by the door,
For they feed us now on horse feed that the cooks call mush!
O, hardcrackers, come again once more!
final chorus:
'Tis the dying wail of the starving:
"O, hardcrackers, hardcrackers, come again once more!
" You were old and very wormy, but we pass your failings o'er.
O, hardcrackers, come again once more!
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