Rebel soldier
In a dreary Yankee prison Whewe a Rebel soldier lay By his side there stood a preacher Eye his soul should pass away And he faintly whispered Parson As he clutched him by the hand Oh, parson tellme quickly Will my soul pass thru the southland Well my soul pass thru the southland To my old Virginia Grand Will I see the hills of Georgia And the green fields of Alabam Will I see that little church house Where I placed my heart in hand Oh, parson, tell me quickly Will my soul pass thru the southland Was for lovin' dear ol' Dixie In this dreary cell I lie Was for lovin' dear ol' Dixie In this northern state I'll die Will you see my little daughter Will you make her understand Oh, parson, tell me quickly Will my soul pass thru the southland