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They said at Shiloh that I was done.
“Bury him with his pistols and his forty four gun.”
But I am alive and here I am.
I’m just a soldier, a fightin’ rebel man.
But who’s this I see, alongside you?
It’s a man who is wearing a coat of blue.
I see now, it’s a damn Yankee lad.

A damn, a damn Yankee lad.
A damn, a damn Yankee lad.
A damn, a damn Yankee lad
Should I just leave, or shoot him down.
What to do with a damn Yankee lad.

I fought for Mr. Davis and Robert E. Lee.
No northern bullet could kill me.
In the battle of Gettysburg I lost my right eye.
Wishing for death as my best friends die.
What kept me going was thoughts of you:
My only love and my baby boy too.
But in your arms is a damn Yankee lad.

A damn, a damn Yankee lad.
A damn, a damn Yankee lad.
A damn, a damn Yankee lad
Should I just leave or shoot him down.
What to do with a damn Yankee lad.

Guess I'll just saddle up my pony up and ride.
Yes I left her, to him as his prize.
Yes I left her to that damn Yankee lad.

A damn, a damn Yankee lad.
A damn, a damn Yankee lad.
A damn, a damn Yankee lad
Should I just leave or shoot him down.
What to do with a damn Yankee lad.