IN A DREARY
YANKEE PRISON
WHERE A REBEL SOLDIER
LAY
BY HIS SIDE
THERE STOOD
A PREACHER
'ERE HIS SOUL
SHOULD PASS AWAY
AND HE FAINTLY
WHISPERED PARSON
AS HE CLUTCHED HIM
BY THE HAND
OH PARSON
TELL ME QUICKLY
WILL MY SOUL
PASS THROUGH
THE SOUTHLAND
WILL MY SOUL
PASS THROUGH
THE SOUTHLAND
THROUGH 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 PLEDGED
MY HEART AND HAND
OH PARSON
TELL ME QUICKLY
WILL MY SOUL
PASS THROUGH
THE SOUTHLAND
WAS FOR LOVING
DEAR OLD DIXIE
IN THIS DREARY CELL
I LIE
WAS FOR LOVING
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
THEN THE REBEL
SOLDIER DIED