Oh, 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 fit 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 hate the Freedmen's Buro in uniforms of blue
I hate the nasty eagle with all his brag and fuss
But the lyin', thievin' Yankees I hate 'em wuss and wuss

I hate the Yankee nation and everything they do;
I hate the Declaration of Independence too.
I hate the glorious Union, 'tis dripping with our blood
And I hate the striped banner, I follow it all I could

Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff Southern dust
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us
They died of Southern fever and Southern steel and shot
And I wish it was three million instead of what we got
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I can't take up my musket and fight 'em now no more
But I ain't a-gonna love 'em, now that is certain sure
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and am
And I won't be reconstructed and I do not give a damn

I followed old Marse Robert for three years, near about
Got wounded in four places and starved at Point Lookout
I cotch the roomatism a-camping in the snow
But I killed a chance of Yankees and I'd like to kill some mo'

Oh, 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 fit against it,  I only wish we'd won
 And I don't want no pardon for anything I've done