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, with dew for it's shroud,
There's many a mangled body left on the field's alone,
I am a rebel soldier and far from my home!

You'll drink your fine brandy, and i will drink my 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!