Oh, I'm a good old Rebel Now that's just what I am. For this Yankee nation I do not give a damn. I'm glad I fought agin her, I only wish we'd won. I ain't asked any pardon For anything I've done.
I hates the Constitution This great Republic too. I hates the Freedmen's Bureau In uniforms of blue. I hates the nasty eagle With all his brag and fuss. But the lyin', thievin' Yankees I hates' em wuss and wuss.
I hates the Yankee nation And everything they do. I hates the Declaration Of Independence too. I hates the glorious Union -- 'Tis dripping with our blood -- I hates their striped banner, And I fit it all I could.
I rode with Robert E. Lee, For three years, thereabouts. Got wounded in four places And starved at Point Lookout. I caughts the rheumatism A-camping in the snow. But I killed a chance of Yankees And I'd like to kill some mo'.
Three hundred thousand Yankees Lie still in Southern dust We got three hundred thousand Before they conquered us. They died of Southern fever And Southern steel and shot. I wish we'd killed three million Instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket And fight 'em now no more, But I ain't going to love 'em, Now that is sarten sure; I don't want no pardon For what I was and am, I won't be reconstructed And I do not give a damn.