Southern Soldier Boy 
 (Мой мальчик-южанин) 

 Words: Captain G. W. Alexander
 Tune: "The Boy With the Auburn Hair"

 Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name,
 He's off to the wars and gone;
 He's fighting for his Nanny dear,
 His sword is buckled on, 
 He's fighting for his own [bad word] love;
 His foes he does defy;
 He is the darling of my heart,
 My Southern soldier boy.

 When [bad word] home from war's alarms,
 We'll start anew in life;
 I'll give myself right up to him,
 dutiful, loving wife.
 I'll try my best to please my dear,
 For he is my only joy,
 He is the darling of my heart, 
 My Southern soldier boy. 

 Oh, if in battle he were slain,
 I know that I would die,
 But I am sure [bad word] again
 To cheer my weeping eye. 
 But should he fall in this our glorious cause,
 He still would be my joy,
 For many a sweetheart mourns the loss
 Of her Southern soldier boy. 

 I hope for the best, and so do all
 Whose hopes are in the field;
 I know that we shall win the day
 For Southrons never yield. 
 And when we think of those who are away,
 We look above for joy,
 And I'm mighty glad that my Bobby is
 Southern soldier boy.

Очень красивая песня южной женщины времен Гражданской войны 1861-65. Северянин мог откупиться от войны и нанять себе замену. Многие богатые северяне так и сделали, и это воспринималось нормально. Южанин не мог - это было бы позором.