Oh, Polly! Oh, Polly! It's for your sake alone,
 I left my dear old father, my country and my home,
 I left my dear old mother to weep and to mourn - 
 I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home!

 It's grape-shot and muskets and the cannon lumber loud,
 There's many a mangled body, with dew for it's shroud,
 There's many a mangled body left on the field's alone - 
 I am a Rebel Soldier and far from my home!

 You'll drink your fine brandy, and I will drink my wine,
 You can drink to your [bad word] love, and I will drink to mine,
 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 eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry,
 If the Yankees don't kill me, I'll live until 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,
 So, I can see Polly as [bad word] passing by,
 So, 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!