O I'm a good old rebel
Now that's just what I am
For this "fair land of freedom"
I do not care a damn
I'm glad I fought against it
I only wish we'd won
And I don't want no pardon
For anything I done
I hates the Constitution
This great republic too
I hates the Freedmans' Buro
In uniforms of blue
I hates the nasty eagle
With all his braggs and fuss
The lyin' thievin' Yankees
I hates 'em wuss and wuss
I hates the Yankees 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
I fought it all I could
I rode with Robert E. Lee
For three year near about
Got wounded in four places
And starved at Point Lookout
I caught the rheumatism
A' campin' in the snow
But I killed a chance o' Yankees
I'd like to kill some mo'
Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff 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 was 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
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
I won't be reconstructed
And I don't care a damn