Good Ol’ Rebel Sholdier

Major Innes Randolph, C.S.A.


Oh, I’m a good ol’ Rebel, now that’s just what I am;

For this “Fair Land of Freedom” I do not give a damn!

I’m glad I fit against it, I only wish we’d won,

And I don’t want no pardon for anythin’ I done.


I hates the Constitution, this “Great Republic” too!

I hates the Freedman’s Bureau in uniforms of blue!

I hates the nasty eagle with all its brags and fuss,

The lying, thieving yankees, I hates ‘em wuss and wuss!


I hates the yankee nation and everthin’ they do,

I hates the Declaration of Independence too!

I hates the “Glorious Union” – ‘tis drippin’ with our blood,

And I hates the striped banner, I fit it all I could.


I followed ol’ Marse Robert for four year near about,

Got wounded in three places, and starved at Point Lookout.

I cotched the roomatism a campin’ in the snow,

But I killed a chance o 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,

But I wish we got 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 ‘gonna love ‘em, now that’s for certain 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!