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This is an old American Civil War folk song, if written by a confederate soldier.

Oh, I'm a good ol' rebel

Now that's just what I am

And for this Yankee nation

I do not give a damn.

I'm glad I fought again'er

I only wish we'd won

I ain't asked 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 the striped banner

And fought it all I could.

I rode with Robert E. Lee

For three years there about

Got wounded in four places

And I starved at Point Lookout.

I caughtch'd the rheumatism

A campin' in the snow

But I killed a chance of Yankees

And I'd like to kill some more.

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 was three million

Instead of what we got.

I can't take up my musket

And fight 'em now no more

But I ain't gonna love 'em

Now that is certain sure

And I don't want no pardon

For what I was and am

I won't be reconstructed

And I do not give a damn.

Oh, I'm a good ol' rebel

Now that's just what I am

And for this Yankee nation

I do not give a damn.

I'm glad I fought again'er

I only wish we'd won

I ain't asked any pardon

For anything I've done.

I ain't asked any pardon

For anything I've done...