Southern Soldier

Písnička značně rozšířená mezi jižanskými vojáky (Konfederace) 
 
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I'll place my knapsack on my back 
G 
My rifle on my shoulder 
D 
I'll march away to the firing line 
                       A 
And kill that Yankee soldier 
Hmi                  D 
And kill that Yankee soldier 
D                             Hmi 
I'll march away to the firing line 
D                     A D 
And kill that Yankee soldier 
 
I'll bid farewell to my wife and child 
Farewell to my aged mother 
And 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 
And 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 tyrant's 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 
And die in the Southern army 
I'll give my all to the Southern cause 
And die in the Southern army 
 
If I must die for my home and land 
My spirit will not falter 
Oh, here's my heart and here's my hand 
Upon my country's altar 
Upon my country's altar 
Oh, here's my heart and here's my hand 
Upon my country's altar 
 
Then Heaven be with us in the strife 
Be with the Southern soldier 
We'll drive the mercenary horde 
Beyond our Southern border 
Beyond our Southern border 
We'll drive the 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 
And kill that Yankee soldier 
I'll march away to the firing line 
And kill that Yankee soldier