Camp Douglas 1865
The barracks have been raised at this time - to prevent tunnel escapes.

THE SOUTHERN SOLDIER BOY

                                            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 darling of my heart,

                                            My Southern soldier boy.

                                            Oh, if in battle he was slain,

                                            I am sure that I should die,

                                            But I am 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 Southrons never yield.

                                            And when we think of those that are away,

                                            We'll look above for joy,

                                            And I'm mighty glad that my Bobby is

                                            A Southern soldier boy.

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