O Polly, O 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.
It’s grape shot and musket, And the cannons lumber loud, There’s many a mangled body, The blanket for their shroud: There's many a mangled body, Left on e fields alone, 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.