Rebel Soldier

O Polly, O Polly, It’s for your sake alone,

I’ve left my old father, My country and my home.

I’ve left my old mother, To weep and to mourn,

I am a Rebel soldier, And far from my home.

It’s grape shot and musket, And the cannons lumber loud,

There’s many a mangled body, The blanket for their shroud

There's many a mangled body, Left on e fields alone,

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 they don't kill me, I'll live until I die,

If the Yankees they don't kill me and cause me to mourn

I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home

Here's a good ol’ 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 build me a castle on the mountain, On some green mountain high,

Where I can see Polly, As she is passing by

Where I can see Polly, And help her to mourn,

I am a Rebel soldier, And far from my home.