Rolling hills of fertile land, dying notes of the Dixie band
Lethal balls of lead are brand and his soul goes marching on
Rally round the flag boys and hold out for your home
Soon there will be widows and orphans when you’re gone
Shoeless half-starved rebels still believe their savior
Is just ol’ Bobby Lee – he’ll lead them all to glory
One last final surge for the cotton farms of Dixie
Soon you’ll be in heaven sipping milk and honey
Remember all you men today are from Virginia
Your Ol’ Virginia home will be there when you die
Hats up in the air for grand ol’ general Pickett
Virginia boys can’t die from the fire of the Yankees
Cannon start to fire, Johnny Rebs are falling
Got to reach the hill for the glory of ol’ Virginia
Let out the rebel yell, we’ll meet those Yanks in hell
Rally round the flag, the stars and bars pass hands
Goodbye, ol’ Virginia, we’re at the gates of hell
A slaughterhouse of rebels no one will remember
Except for those who died that day for ol’ Virginia