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!