The Rebel Soldier

Oh, Polly! Oh, Polly! It’s for your sake alone,
I left my dear old father, my country and my home,
I left my dear old mother to weep and to mourn —
I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home!
It’s grape-shot and muskets and the cannon lumber loud,
There’s many a mangled body, the blanket for their shroud,
There’s many a mangled body left on the field’s alone —
I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home!
Here’s a good old cup of brandy, and a glass of nice wine,
You can drink to your true love, and I will drink to mine,
You can drink to your true love and I’ll lament and mourn —
I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home!
I’ll eat when I’m hungry, I’ll drink when I’m dry,
If the Yankees don’t kill me, I’ll live until I die,
If the Yankees don’t kill me and cause me to mourn —
I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home!
I’ll build me a castle on some green mountain high,
So, I can see Polly as she comes passing by,
So, I can see Polly and help her to mourn —
I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home!
I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home!