O Polly O Polly, It's for your sake alone, I've left my old father My country and my home, I've left my old mother To weep and to mourn I am a Rebel soldier And far from my home. It's grape shot and musket And the cannons lumber loud, There's many a mangled body The blanket for their shroud, There's many a mangled body Left on the fields alone, I am a Rebel soldier And far from my home. I'll eat when I'm hungry I'll drink when I am dry, If the Yankees dont kill me I'll live until I die, If the Yankees dont kill me And cause me to mourn, I am a Rebel soldier And far from my home. Here's a good old cup of brandy And a glass of nice wine, You can drink to your true love And I will drink to mine, And 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 the mountain On some green mountain high, Where I can see Polly As she is passing by, Where I can see Polly And help her to mourn, I am a Rebel soldier And far from my home.