Lyrics
My southern soldier boy, and i m mighty glad
but i m sure he ll come again
He still would be my joy, but should he fall
and so do all
We ll look above for joy, for southerns never yield Boy, my southern soldier boy
his foes he does defy
bob roebuck is my sweetheart s name
He is the darling of my heart, he s fighting for his nannie dear, his sword is buckled on he s fighting for his own true love
For southerns never yield, i hope for the best
he s off to the wars and gone
Whose hopes are in the field, bob roebuck is my sweetheart s name
Oh if in battle he was slain, bob roebuck is my sweetheart s name
in this our glorious cause
His foes he does defy, in this our glorious cause, my southern soldier boy
But i m sure he ll come again, of those who are away Mattea, that my bobby is a southern soldier boy
Bob roebuck is my sweetheart s name, of those who are away, he is the darling of my heart
of those who are away
of those who are away
We ll look above for joy, of a southern soldier boy
for southerns never yield
And cheer my weeping eye, and when we thing, he still would be my joy
He is the darling of my heart, he is the darling of my heart, but i m sure he ll come again
he is the darling of my heart
My southern soldier boy, but i m sure he ll come again
he is the darling of my heart
and so do all
He still would be my joy, in this our glorious cause, he s off to the wars and gone
For southerns never yield, bob roebuck is my sweetheart s name
He s off to the wars and gone, oh if in battle he was slain, bob roebuck is my sweetheart s name
For many a sweetheart mourns the loss, and cheer my weeping eye
His foes he does defy, he s off to the wars and gone
and so do all
He s fighting for his nannie dear, bob roebuck is my sweetheart s name
his sword is buckled on he s fighting for his own true love
He is the darling of my heart, bob roebuck is my sweetheart s name, but i m sure he ll come again
His sword is buckled on he s fighting for his own true love, his sword is buckled on he s fighting for his own true love Southern, for many a sweetheart mourns the loss
For southerns never yield, for many a sweetheart mourns the loss, of a southern soldier boy
He s fighting for his nannie dear, whose hopes are in the field