Rebel soldier



In a dreary Yankee prison
Where a Rebel soldier lay
By his side there stood a preacher
Ere his soul should pass away



And he faintly whispered Parson
As he clutched him by the hand
Oh, parson tellme quickly
Will my soul pass thru the southland



Will my soul pass thru the southland
To my old Virginia Grand
Will I see the hills of Georgia
And the green fields of Alabam



Will I see that little church house
Where I pledged my heart and hand
Oh, parson, tell me quickly
Will my soul pass thru the southland



Was for lovin' dear ol' Dixie
In this dreary cell I lie
Was for lovin' dear ol' Dixie
In this northern state I'll die



Will you see my little daughter
Will you make her understand
Oh, parson, tell me quickly
Will my soul pass thru the southland




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