SONGS OF THE SOUTH

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.

Chorus:

Yo, ho, yo, ho, yo, ho, ho, ho,

He is my only joy,

He is the darling of my heart,

My Southern soldier boy.

When Bob comes home from war s alarms,

We ll start anew in life,

I ll give myself right up to him,

A fond and loving wife ;

I ll try my best to please my dear,

For he s my only joy,

He is the darling of my heart,

My Southern soldier boy.

Oh, if in battle he were slain,

I am sure that I should die;

But I am sure that he ll come back again,

And cheer my weeping eye ;

But should he fall in this our 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 Southrons never yield;

And when we think of those away,

We ll look above for joy;

And I m mighty glad my Bobby is

A Southern soldier boy.

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