Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now thats just what I am
And for this yankee nation
I do no give a damn

I'm glad I fit (fought) against 'er (her)
I only wish we'd won
I ain't asked any pardon
For anything I've done

I hates the Yankee nation
And eveything 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 fit (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 Pint (Point) Lookout

I coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism)
Campin' in the snow
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some mo'. (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 down no mo' (more)
But I ain't a-goin' to love 'em (them)
Now that is serten sho. (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 old rebel
Now that's just what I am
And for this Yankee nation
I do no give a damn

I'm glad I fought against 'er (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