Kathy Mattea The Southern Soldier Boy
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 boy
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