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 yankee nation
And everything they do
I hates the declaration
Of independence, too;
I hates the glorious union-
'tis dripping with our blood-
And I hates their striped banner
I fought 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 k**ed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to k** 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 they were three millions
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 certain 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