Rebel Soldier

Oh, Polly! Oh, Polly! It's for your sake alone,
 I left my old father, my country, my home.
 I left my old mother to weep and to mourn.
 I am a Rebel soldier
 and far from my home!
 The grapeshot and musket and cannons thunder loud.
 It's many a mangled body, the blanket for the shroud.
 It's many a mangled body left on the fields alone.
 I am a Rebel soldier
 and far from my home!
 Here's a good ol' cup of brandy and a glass of 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 build me a castle, on some green mountain high,
 Where I can see Polly when she is passing by,
 Where I can see Polly and help her to mourn.
 I am a Rebel soldier
 and far from my home!