Legend Of The Rebel Soldier

In A Dreary Yankee Prison
 Where A Rebel Soldier Lay
 By His Side There Stood A Preacher
 'Ere His Soul Should Pass Away
 And He Faintly Whispered "Parson"
 As He Clutched Him By The Hand
 "Oh Parson Tell Me Quickly
 Will My Soul Pass Through The Southland?"
 "Will My Soul Pass Through The Southland?
 Through Old Virginia Grand?
 Will I See The Hills Of Georgia?
 And The Green Fields Of Alabama?
 Will I See That Little Church House?
 Where I Pledged My Heart And Hand?
 Oh Parson Tell Me Quickly
 Will My Soul Pass Through The Southland?"
 "Was For Loving Dear Old Dixie
 In This Dreary Cell I Lie
 Was For Loving Dear Old Dixie
 In This Northern State I Die
 Will You See My Little Daughter?
 Will You Make Her Understand?
 Oh Parson Tell Me Quickly
 Will My Soul Pass Through The Southland?"
 Then The Rebel Soldier Died