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, The blanket for their shroud,
 There's many a mangled body left on the field's alone -
 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 true love, and I will drink to mine,
 You can drink to your true 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 she comes 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!