Let us close our game of poker, take our tin cups in hand
While we gather 'round the cook's tent door
Where dried mummies of hard crackers are given to each man.
O, 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 have you lingered upon our stomachs sore.
O, hard crackers, come again no more!
There's a hungry, thirsty soldier who wears his life away
With torn clothes—whos better days are o'er.
He's sighing now for whiskey and with throat as dry as hay, 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 have you lingered upon our stomachs sore.
O, hard crackers, come again no more!
'Tis the song that is uttered in camp by night and day,
'Tis the wail that is mingled with each snore.
'Tis the sighing of the soul for spring chickens far away,
"O, 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 have you lingered upon our stomachs sore.
O, hard crackers, come again no more!
Many days have you lingered upon our stomachs sore.
O, hard crackers, come again no more!