bob roebuck is my sweetheart s name he s off to the wars and gone he s fighting for his nannie dear his sword is buckled on he s fighting for his own true love his foes he does defy he is the darling of my heart my southern soldier boy oh if in battle he was slain i m sure that i should die but i m sure he ll come again and cheer my weeping eye but should he fall in this our glorious cause he still would be my joy for many a sweetheart mourns the loss of a southern soldier boy i hope for the best and so do all whose hopes are in the field i know that we shall win the day for southerns never yield and when we thing of those who are away we ll look above for joy and i m mighty glad that my bobby is a southern soldier boy1