My good ol' rebel soldier, and that's just what I am!
For this "fair land of freedom"
I do not give a damn!
I'm glad we fit against it,
I only wished we'd won!
And I do not want any pardon to anything I done!
I hates constitution and this great republic too!
I hate the Freedmen's Buro, in uniforms are blue!
I hate the nasty eagle, with all its braggs and fuss!
And the lyin' thievin' 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 hate their striped banner!
And I fit it all I could!
I followed the old Naust' Robert, for 4 years near about!
Got wounded in 3 places, and starved at Point Lookout
I catched the rheumatism, campin' in the snow,
But I kill a chance of Yankees, and I'd to kill some more!
Three-hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in southern dust,
We got Three-hundred thousand before they conquered,
They died of southern fever and southern steel and shout!
But I wish we have 3 million instead of what we've got!
I can't take up my Musket and fight 'em anymore,
But I ain't gonna love 'em,
Now that is certain sure!
I do not want no pardon for what I was and am,
And I won't be reconstructed and I do not give a damn!