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??
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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??
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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??
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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
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