Cowboy Songs And Other Frontier Ballads

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O H, I'm a good old rebel, that's what I am; And for this land of freedom, I don't care a damn, I'm glad I fought agin her, I only wish we'd won, And I don't axe any pardon for anything I've done.
I served with old Bob Lee, three years about,
Got wounded in four places and starved at Point
Lookout; I caught the rheumatism a-campin' in the snow, But I killed a chance of Yankees and wish I'd killed
some mo'.
For I'm a good old rebel, etc.
I hate the constitooshin, this great republic too;
I hate the mouty eagle, an' the uniform so blue;
I hate their glorious banner, an' all their flags an'
fuss, Those lyin', thievin' Yankees, I hate 'em wuss an'
For I'm a good old rebel, etc.
I won't be re-constructed! them;
I'm better now than