Текст песни Civil war songs - Oh, I'm A Good Old Rebel

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 against her,
I only wish we'd won.
I ain't ask 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 their striped banner,
I fought 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 caught 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
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.

I can't take up my musket,
And fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't gonna love them,
Now that's 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 not give a damn.
I'm glad I fought against her,
I only wish we'd won.
I ain't ask any pardon
For anything I've done.