作曲 : Major Innes Randolph/1866
 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.
 O, I'm a good old Rebel,
 Now that's just what I am,
 O, I'm a good old Rebel,
 Now that's just what I am,