Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name

He's off to the wars and gone

He's fighting for his Nannie dear

His sword is buckled on



He's fighting for his own true love

His foes he does defy

He is the darling of my heart

My Southern soldier boy



Oh if in battle he was slain

I'm sure that I should die

but I'm sure he'll come again

And 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 a Southern soldier boy



I hope for the best

And so do all

Whose hopes are in the field

I know that we shall win the day

For Southerns never yield



And when we thing

Of those who are away

We'll look above for joy

And I'm mighty glad

That my Bobby is

A Southern soldier boy