Let us close our game of poker, take our tin cups in our hand
While we gather 'round the cook tent's door
Where dry mummies of hard crackers are given to each man
Oh, hard crackers, come again no more!

'Tis the song, the sigh of the hungry
Hard crackers, hard crackers, come again no more
Many days you have lingered upon my stomachs sore
Oh, hard crackers, come again no more!

There's a hungry, thirsty soldier, who wears his life away
With torn clothes, whose better days are o'er
He is sighing now for whiskey and, with throat as dry as hay
Sings," Hard crackers, come again no more!"

'Tis the song, the sigh of the hungry
Hard crackers, hard crackers, come again no more
Many days have lingered upon my stomachs sore
Oh, hard crackers, come again no more!

'Tis the song, the sigh of the hungry
Hard crackers, hard crackers, come again no more
Many days you have lingered upon my stomachs sore
Oh, 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
Oh, hard crackers, come again no more!

'Tis the song, the sigh of the hungry
Hard crackers, hard crackers, come again no more
Many days you have lingered upon my stomachs sore
Oh, hard crackers, come again no more!

'Tis the song, the sigh of the hungry
Hard crackers, hard crackers, come again no more
Many days you have lingered upon my stomachs sore
Oh, hard crackers, come again no more!
Oh, hard crackers, come again no more!