Oh, I'm a good old rebel 
 Now thats just what I am 
 And for this yankee nation 
 I do no give a [bad word]  

 I'm glad I fit (fought) against 'er (her) 
 I only wish we'd won 
 I ain't asked any pardon 
 For anything I've done. 

 I hates the Yankee nation 
 And eveything 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 fit (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 Pint (Point) Lookout. 

 I coutch (caught) the roomatism (rheumatism) 
 Campin' in the snow 
 But I killed a chance of Yankees 
 And I'd like to kill some mo'. (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 down no mo' (more) 
 But I ain't a-goin' to love 'em (them) 
 Now that is serten sho. (certain sure.) 

 And I don't want no pardon 
 For what I was and am 
 I won't be [bad word] 
 And I do not give a [bad word]  

 Oh, I'm a good old rebel 
 Now that's just what I am 
 And for this Yankee nation 
 I do no give a [bad word]  

 I'm glad I fought against 'er (her) 
 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...