Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am
For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give a damn!
I'm glad I fit (fought) against it, I only wish we'd won
And I don't want no pardon for anything I've done

I hates the Constitution, this "Great Republic," too!
I hates the Freedman's Bureau and uniforms of blue!
I hates the nasty eagle with all its brags and fuss,
And the lying, thieving 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
And I hates their striped banner, and I fit it all I could

I followed old Marse Robert for four years, near about
Got wounded in three places, and starved at Point Lookout
I cotched the "roomatism" a-campin' in the snow
But I killed a chance o' Yankees, and 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
But I wish we'd got three million instead of what we got

I can't take up my musket and fight 'em now no more
But I ain't a-gonna love 'em, now that's for sartain sure!
I do not want no pardon for what I was and am
And I won't be reconstructed, and I do not care a damn!

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am
Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am