The Rebel Soldier (Southern Appalachian folk song)

The Rebel Soldier (Southern Appalachian folk song) by Anonymous (Confederacy)

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 soldierAnd 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 bodyLeft on the fields alone,I am a Rebel soldier And far from my home.I'll eat when I'm hungry,I'll drink when I am dry,If the Yankees don't kill me,I'll live until I die;If the Yankees don't kill meAnd cause me to mourn,I am a Rebel soldierAnd far from my home.Here's a good old cup of brandyAnd a glass of nice wine,You can drink to your true love,And I will drink to mine;And you can drink to your true love,And I'll lament and mourn,I am a Rebel soldierAnd far from my home.I'll build me a castle on the mountain,On some green mountain high,Where I can see PollyAs she is passing by;Where I can see Polly And help her to mournI am a Rebel soldierAnd far from my home.