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!