O I'm a good old Yankee,
Now that's just what I am.
For your "fair land of freedom"
I do not care a damn.
I'm glad I fought against it,
I'm good content we won,
And you don't need no pardon
For anything you've done.
I hates your Constitution,
Your Confederacy, it may.
I hates your puny army,
In uniforms of gray.
I hates your nasty slavery,
With all its braggs and fuss,
The lyin' thievin' Rebels,
I hates 'em wuss and wuss.
I hates the Rebel nation
And everything they do,
I hates their Declarations
Of Secession, too.
I hates your stupid rebellion-
'Tis dripping with our blood-
I hates their crossed banner,
I fought it all I could
I rode with U.S. Grant,
For four year near about,
Got wounded in three places
And starved at Little Round Top
I caught the rheumatism
A' campin' in the snow,
But I killed a chance o' Rebels
I'd like to kill some mo'.
Two hundred thousand Rebels
Is still in Southern dust,
We got two hundred thousand
Before you all gave up.
They died of freedom's fever
And Union steel and shot,
I wish they was two 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 you don't need no pardon
For what you was and am.
You will be reconstructed,
And I don't care a damn.