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, with dew for it's shroud
There's many a mangled body left on the field's alone -
I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home!
You'll drink your fine brandy, and I will drink my 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 k** me, I'll live until I die
If the Yankees don't k** 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 pa**ing 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!