Oh, Polly! Oh, Polly! It's for your sake alone,
I left my old father, my country, and my home.
I left my old mother to weep and to mourn.
I am a Rebel soldier and far from my home!
The grapeshot and muskets and cannon thunder loud.
Many's the mangled body, a blanket for a shroud.
Many's the mangled body left on the fields alone.
I am a Rebel soldier and far from my home!
Here's a good ol' cup of brandy and I've a glass of wine.
You 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 and drink when I'm dry.
If the Yankees don't kill me, I'll live till I die,
If the Yankees don't kill 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,
Where I can see Polly as she comes passing by,
Where 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!
