Oh, Polly! Oh, Polly! It's for your sake alone,
 I left my old father, my country and my home,
 I left my 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,
 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 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!