1. 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-
With all his brags and fuss;
The lyin', thievin' Yankees
I hates 'em wuss and wuss.
2. I hates the Constitution,
This great Republic too;
I hates the Freedmen's Buro,
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.
3. I hates the Yankee nation
And every thing 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 fit it all I could.
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4. I followed old Marse Robert
For four years near about
Got wounded in three places
And starved at Point Lookout
I catched the rheumatism
A camping in the snow
But I killed a chance 'o Yankees
I'd like to kill some more.
5. Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff in Southern dust
They died of Southern fever
And Southern steel and shot;
And I wish it was three million
Instead of what we got.
6. I can't take up my musket
And fight' em now no mo',
But I ain't a-goin' to love' em,
Now that is sartin sho';
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am;
And I won't be reconstructed,
And I do not care a damn. |
