Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, Now that's just what I am, For this "fair Land of Freedom" I don't give a damn; I'm glad I fought agin her, I only wish we'd won, And I ain't axed any pardon for anything I've done. I fought with old Bob Lee for three years about, Got wounded in four places and starved at Point Lookout. I caught the rheumatism a-campin' in the snow, An I killed a chance of Yankees and I wish I'd killed some mo'! Three hundred thousand Yankees is dead in Southern dust, We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us; They died of Southern fever, of Southern steel and shot -- I wish they was three million instead of what we got. I hate the Constitution, this great republic, too; I hate the nasty eagle, and uniform so blue; I hate their glorious banner, and all their flags and fuss. Those lying, thieving Yankees, I hate 'em wuss and wuss. I hate the Yankee nation and everything they do; I hate the Declaration of Independence, too; I hate the glorious Union, 'tis dripping with our blood; I hate the striped banner, I fought it all I could. I won't be reconstructed! I'm better now than them; And for a carpetbagger, I don't give a damn; So I'm off for the frontier, soon as I can go, I'll prepare me a weapon and start for Mexico. I can't take up my musket and fight them now no mo', But I'm not goin' to love 'em, and that is certain sho'; And I don't want no pardon for what I was or am, I won't be reconstructed and I don't give a damn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST THE ALLEY. AN IMITATION OF SPENSER by ALEXANDER POPE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 71 by PHILIP SIDNEY A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART I HAVE A GARMENT by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA PLUTARCH by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN |