verse 1 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 again' her, I only wish we'd won, I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've done ... verse 2 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 ... verse 3 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 ... verse 4 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 there were three million, instead of what we got ... Verse 5 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 ... Verse 6 Oh, I'm a good old rebel, now that's just what I am, 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.