Waylon Jennings  Rebel Soldier

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Oh Polly, Oh Polly, it's for your sake alone,
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I have left my old Father, my Country, my home
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I have left my old Mother to weep and to moan
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I am a rebel soldier, and far from my home


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The grape shot and musket and the cannons lumber lie
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Its many a mangled body the blanket for the shroud
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Its many a mangled body left on the fields alone
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I am a rebel soldier and far from my home
 

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Here is a good old cup of brandy and a glass of wine
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You can drink to your true love and I will drink to mine
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You can drink to your true love and I will lament and moan
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I am a rebel soldier and far from my home


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I will build me a castle on some green mountain high
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Where I can see Polly when she is passing by
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Where I can see Polly and help her to mourn
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I am a rebel soldier and far from my home

 
(Hum to end)