Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name
He's off to the wars and gone,
He's fighting for his Nanny dear,
His sword is buckled on,
He's fighting for his own true love;
His foes he does defy,
He is the darlin of my heart,
My southern soldier boy


Oh, if in battle he were slain,
I'm sure that I would die,
But, I am sure he'll come again,
To 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 her southern soldier boy.


I hope for the best and so do all
Who's hopes are in the field,
I know that we shall win the day
Cause southerns never yield
And when we think of those who are away,
We look above for joy,
And I'm mighty glad my Bobby is
A southern soldier boy