oh polly oh polly its for your sake alone i have left my old father my country my home i have left my old mother to weep and to mourn i am a rebel soldier and far from my home the grape shot and musket and the cannons lumber lie its many a mangled body the blanket for the shroud its many a mangled body left on the fields alone i am a rebel soldier and far from my home here is a good old cup of brandy and a glass of wine you can drink to your true love and i will drink to mine you can drink to your true love and i will lament and moan i am a rebel soldier and far from my home i will build me a castle on some green mountain high where i can see polly when she is passing by where i can see polly and help her to mourn i am a rebel soldier and far from my home