Confederate Anthem

O 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 again' her, 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, I fit it all I could...

I rode with Robert E. Lee for three years thereabout,
Got wounded in four places, and I starved at Point Lookout,
I cauched the rheumatism, a-camping in the snow,
But I killed a chance of Yankees, and I'd like to kill some more....

Three hundred thousand Yankees are 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 there were three million, instead of what we got....

I can't take up my musket, and fight 'em down 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...

O 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 again' her, 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.