Unreconstructed Rebel or I'm A Good Old Rebel
It was originally printed in 1914 in Collier's Weekly. The words are by Major Innes Randolph, a member of J.E.B. Stuart's staff.
Oh, I'm a good old Rebel
Now that's just what I am
For this fair land of freedom
I do not care a damn.
I'm glad I fought against it
I only wish we'd won.
And I don't want no pardon
For anything I've done.
I hates the Constitution
This great Republic too
I hates the Freedmen's Bureau
In uniforms of blue.
I hates the nasty eagle
With all his brag and fuss
But the lyin', thievin' Yankees
I hates' em worse and worse
Three hundred thousand Yankees
Lies still 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 a-goin' to love' em
Now that is certain sure
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
And I won't be reconstructed
And I do not give a damn.