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 sould 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 churchhouse where I pledged my heart and hand
Oh Parson tell me quickly will my soul pass thorugh 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 wil you make her understand
Oh Parson tell my quickly will my soul pass through the Southland

Then the Rebel soldier died

[1] In a dreary Yankee prison where a rebel soldier [5] lay
By his side there stood a preacher ere his soul should pass [1] away
And he faintly whispered Parson as he clutched him by the [5] hand
Oh Parson tell me quickly will my sould pass through the [1] 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 churchhouse where I pledged my heart and hand
Oh Parson tell me quickly will my soul pass thorugh 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 wil you make her understand
Oh Parson tell my quickly will my soul pass through the Southland

[1] Then the [5] Rebel soldier [1] died