THE SOUTHERN SOLDIER

I'll place my knapsack on my back

my rifle on my shoulder

I'll march away to the firing line and kill that yankee soldier

I'll kill that yankee soldier

I'll march away to the firing line and kill that yankee soldier

I'll bid farewell to my wife and child

Farewell to my aged mother

I will go and join in the bloody strife till this cruel war is over

till this cruel war is over

I'll go and join in the bloody strife till this cruel war is over

If I am shot on the battlefield

and I should not recover

Oh who will protect my wife and child

and care for my aged mother

Who'll care for my aged mother

Oh who will protect my wife and child

and care for my aged mother

And if our southern cause is lost

and southern rights denied us

we'll be ground beneath the tyrant's heel

for our demands of justice

for our demands of justice

We'll be ground beneath the tyrants heel

for our demands of justice

Before the south shall bow her head

Before the tyrants harm us

I'll give my all to the southern cause

and die in the southern army

I'll die in the southern army

I'll give my all to the southern cause

and I'll die in the southern army

If I must die for my home and land

My spirit will not falter

Here's my heart and here's my hand upon my countrys alter

Upon my country's alter

Here's my heart and here's my hand

Upon my country's alter

And Heaven be with us in the strife

Be with the Southern Soldier

We'll drive that mercenary horde

beyond our southern border

Beyond our southern border!

We'll drive that mercenary horde

Beyond our southern border

So I'll

Place my knapsack on my back

My rifle on my shoulder!

I'll march away to the firing line and kill that yankee soldier

I'll kill that yankee soldier!

I'll march away to the firing line...........

and I'll KILL THAT YANKEE SOLDIER!!!