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    According to Herbert Quick, who printed an account of “Good Old Rebel” in Colliers for
    April 14, 1914, its author was Major James Randolph, a Virginian and a member of
    General J.E.B. Stuart’s staff. Sung to the tune of “Joe Bowers”, it was a favorite of the
    forty-niners, it traveled beyond the bounds of the Confederacy.
    Edward VII, the Prince of Wales, heard it at a reception in London and called it ‘that fine
    American song with the cuss words in it.'”
    Oh, I’m a good old Rebel
    Now that’s just what I am.
    For this Yankee nation
    I do not give a damn.
    I’m glad I fought agin her,
    I only wish we’d won.
    I ain’t asked any pardon
    For anything I’ve done.
    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-
    And I hates their striped banner,
    I fought it all I could.
    I rode with Robert E. Lee,
    For three years, thereabouts.
    Got wounded in four places
    And starved at Point Lookout.
    I caught the rheumatism
    A-camping in the snow.
    But I killed a chance of Yankees
    And I’d like to kill some mo’.
    Three hundred thousand Yankees
    Lie 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 were three millions
  • 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 certain sure;
    I don’t want no pardon
    For what I was and am,
    I won’t be reconstructed
    And I do not give a damn

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