2. I would not be a lady that Southrons call a belle,
I'd rather be a soldier boy and hear the Yankees yell;
Soldier boy, O soldier boy, a soldier boy for me.
If ever I get married, a soldier's wife I'll be.
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3. I would not be a farmer who's toiling in the sun,
I'd rather be a soldier boy and see the Yankees run;
Soldier boy, O soldier boy, a soldier boy for me.
If ever I get married, a soldier's wife I'll be.
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4. I would not be a miller who grinds the people's grain,
I'd rather be a soldier boy who walks through wind and rain;
Soldier boy, O soldier boy, a soldier boy for me.
If ever I get married, a soldier's wife I'll be.
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