The Rebel Soldier

Oh Polly, oh 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
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 moan
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