Southern Soldier

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 I'll kill that Yankee soldier I'll march away to the firing line And kill that Yankee soldier I'll bid farewell to my wife and child Farewell to my aged mother Go and join in the bloody strife 'Til this cruel war is over 'Til this cruel war is over I'll go and join in the bloody strife 'Til 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? Who'll 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 heels For our demands of justice For our demands of justice We'll be ground beneath the tyrant's heels 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 I'll die in the southern army I'll give my all to the southern cause And I'll die in the southern army If I must die for my home and land My spirit will not falter Here's my heart and here's my hand Upon my country's altar Upon my country's altar 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 I'll kill that Yankee soldier I'll march away to the firing line And I'll kill that Yankee soldier