The Legend Of The Rebel Soldier

verse 1 In a dreary Yankee prison Where a Rebel soldier lay By his side there stood a preacher ‘Ere his soul should pass away As he faintly whispered, ”Parson,” As he clutched him by the hand “Oh Parson, tell me quickly, Will my soul pass through the Southland?” Instrumental verse 2 “Will my soul pass through the Southland, Through old Virginia grand Will I see the hills of Georgia And the green fields of Ala-bam?” “Will I see that little church house Where I pledged my heart and hand Oh Parson, tell me quickly, Will my soul pass through the Southland?” Instrumental verse 3 “Was for lovin’, dear old Dixie In this dreary cell I lie Was for lovin’, dear old Dixie In this northern state I die.” “Will you see my little daughter? Will you make her understand? Oh Parson, tell me quickly, Will my soul pass through the Southland?” Instrumental verse 4 With his soul pure as a lily And his body sanctified In that dreary yankee prison The brave rebel soldier died Then the parson looked up to heaven And in blessing raised his hand Father grant this soldier’s wishes May his soul pass through the Southland Outro