Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name He's off to the wars and gone He's fighting for his Nannie dear His sword is buckled on He's fighting for his own true love His foes he does defy He is the darling of my heart My Southern soldier boy Oh if in battle he was slain I'm sure that I should die But I'm sure he'll come again And cheer my weeping eye But should he fall
In this our glorious cause He still would be my joy For many a sweetheart mourns the loss Of a Southern soldier boy I hope for the best And so do all Whose hopes are in the field I know that we shall win the day For Southerns never yield And when we thing Of those who are away We'll look above for joy And I'm mighty glad That my Bobby is A Southern soldier boy