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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...