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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

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

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