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 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 dont kill me
I'll live until I die,
If the Yankees dont kill me
And cause me to mourn,
I am a Rebel soldier
And far from my home.

Here's a good old cup of brandy
And a glass of nice wine,
You can drink to your [bad word] love
And I will drink to mine,
And you can drink to your [bad word] love
And I'll lament and mourn,
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.