I Would Not Be Alone I would not be a conscript a-hiding in the wood. I'd be a volunteer and do my country good. I wouldn't be alone, I wouldn't be alone, I wouldn't be alone to weep and moan. I wouldn't be a lawyer a-pleading at the bar; I'd rather be a soldier and wear the Southern star. I wouldn't be alone, etc. I wouldn't be a doctor a-waiting on the sick; I'd rather be a soldier and go in double quick I wouldn't be a lady the people call a belle; I'd rather be a soldier and hear the Yankees yell. I wouldn't be a nurse and hear the children squall; I rather be a soldier and face a cannon ball. I wouldn't be a farmer working in the sun I'd rather be a soldier and see the Yankees run. I wouldn't be a miller and grind the people's meal I'd rather be a soldier and die on the battlefield. Text secured by Miss Elizabeth Burdette, Fernwood, from Mrs. A. F. Callaway, Oxford., MS RG apr97
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!