Chant Sudiste - I'm good old rebel - long version

O, I'm a good old Rebel, Now that's just what I am, For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not care at all; I'm glad I fit against it -- I only wish we'd won, And I don't want no pardon For anything I done. I hates the Constitution, This Great Republic too, I hates the Freedman's Buro, In uniforms of blue; I hates the nasty eagle, With all his brags and fuss, The lyin', thievin' Yankees, I hates 'em wuss and wuss. 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 fit it all I could. I followed old mass' Robert For four year, near about, Got wounded in three places And starved at Pint Lookout; I cotch the rheumatism A campin' in the snow, But I killed a chance of Yankees, I'd like to kill some mo'. 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 going to love 'em, Now that is sarten sure; And I don't want no pardon For what I was and am, I won't be reconstructed And I don't care a damn.