I’m Just a Rebel Soldier

1. I’m just a rebel soldier,
  And that is all I am,
And for your land of freedom,
  I do not give a damn;
I’m glad I fought agin’ it,
  I only wish we’d won,
And I don’t ask no pardon,
  For anything I done.

2. I hate your spangled banner,
  Your grand republic, too,
I hate your Freedman’s bureau,
  In uniforms so blue;
I hate your Constitution,
  Your eagle and its squall,
And a lying, thievin’ Yankee,
  I hates the worst of all.

3. My name will make no matter,
  To you I will not tell,
You look to me like Yankees,
  You all can go to hell;
I’m glad I fought agin’ it,
  I only wish we’d won,
And I don’t ask no pardon,
  For anything I done.

4. Three hundred thousand Yankees,
  Lie moundering in the dust,
We got three hundred thousand,
  Before they conquered us;
They hate the southern fevers,
  And southern steel and shot,
I wish it was three million,
  Instead of what we got.

5. I hate the Yankee Nation,
  And everything they do,
I hate the Declaration,
  Of Independence, too;
I hate the glorious Union,
  ‘Tis drippin’ with our blood,
I hate the striped banner,
  I fit’ it all I could.

6. I followed ole Marse Robert,
  For four years near about,
Got wounded in three places,
  And starved at P’int Lookout;
I keetched the rumatism,
  A-campin’ in the snow,
But I killed a bunch of Yankees,
  I’d like to kill some mo’.

7. I can’t take up my musket,
  And fight ‘em now no mo’,
But I ain’t gonna love ‘em,
  Now that is sartin’ sure;
And I don’t want no pardon,
  For what I was and am,
I won’t be reconstructed,
  And I don’t give a damn.