(G)

In a dreary Yankee prison

Where a rebel soldier lay

By his side there stood a preacher

E’r his soul should pass away

And he faintly whispered parson

As he clutched him by the hand

Oh parson tell me quickly

Will my soul pass through the Southland

Change to (A)

Will my soul pass through the Southland

Through the old Virginia Grand

Will I see the hills of Georgia

And the green fields of Alabam

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

Change to (C)

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

Will you make her understand

Oh Parson tell me quickly

Will my soul pass through the Southland

And the rebel soldier died

Finish with I wish I was in Dixie – slow.