On the plains of Manassas, the Yankees we met
We gave ‘em a whipping, they’ll never forget
But I ain’t got no money, no nothing to eat
I’m afraid that tonigh, I must sleep in the street.
Your parents despise me, they say I’m too poor
They say I’m unworthy to enter your door
Oh Molly dear Molly, you cause me to roam
I’m poor Rebel Soldier and Dixie’s my home.
My horse he ain’t hungry, he won’t eat your hay
I saddle my horse and I’ll ride him away
I live in the West, where the free breezes blow
I’ll hunt the wild deer and I’ll ride the bronco
On the plains of Manassas, the Yankees we met
We gave a whipping they’ll never forget
Oh Molly, dear Molly, you cause me to roam
I’m poor Rebel Soldier and Dixie’s my home.