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!