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Oh, I m a good old Rebel, Now that s just what I am, And for this Yankee nation I do not give a damn; I m glad I fought against it I only wish we d won, I ain t stand any pardon For anything I ve done. 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 I hates their striped banner, I fit it all I could. I rode with Robert E. Lee For four years, near about, Got wounded in four places And starved at Point Lookout; I cautch the rheumatism A campin in the snow, But I killed a chance of 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 were 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 certain sure; And I don t want no pardon For what I was and